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Eleanor Rigby and Father McKenzie
   Oh, so lonely -- Where do such people come from
They come from all walks of life, from the priesthood
   on down to the hangers-on at village churches

And where do they all belong?  -- In a desiccated church
   where Father McKenzie preaches sermons that no one hears
and Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice thrown at others' weddings,
   surely lamenting her own lonely, dreamlike existence...

They belong together, but Church doctrine, frustratingly, keeps them apart
   this lonely woman with the happy face, concealing the ache deep inside
and the devoted priest, so determined to look ministerial, to deliver a sermon
   for no audience, that no one will hear, that will save no one...

So many lonely people in society today, like Eleanor Rigby
   people who come from nowhere, whose contributions go unrecognized
and who return to nowhere, buried along with their names --
   Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...


                     August 08,  
   Eleanor Rigby Who was she Poetry Contest 
               Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis

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