How old we were,
grey hair and
a stooped shuffle,
we moved slowly
up the long aisle
towards his coffin,
peeling left and right
to ease ourselves
into a pew.
OLD FRIENDS
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
How old we were,
grey hair and
a stooped shuffle,
we moved slowly
up the long aisle
towards his coffin,
peeling left and right
to ease ourselves
into a pew.