Forgotten
In death, a journey comes to an end.
Death’s journey through life ends with
a gathering of family and friends
who reflect and comfort each,
saddened by the life lost to them.
The defining moment of worth on display,
no longer able to express emotion,
a waxen replica of what was.
Those who now pass recollect
then weep the tears of loss;
laugh as they remember great times.
So many memories buried,
now surface for a time,
again will be buried in the same manner.
Mourned for a time,
memories fade with each generation,
until, no memory remains.
A journey has come to an end.
A piece of history lost again.
Copyright © Mac Mcgovern | Year Posted 2010
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