Category: Elegies

In Memory of SPB

Like the way rain washes all dirt,
taking them to places not known,
death’s an end with one beginning;
That beginning’s to an end prone.
All we have is time that’s running.

In Memory of C M Turner | An Elegy

With a smile contagious and words much thoughtful;
My spirits you lifted, shared stories soulful.

Now you lie sadly dead, your soul though is high;
In heaven rejoicing, but on Earth I cry.