Nowt’s ever easy, the saying does go
Obviously invented by someone who knows
The obscure, undeserved stones thrown by others
Deliberate or not, causing grief onto others
As a cadet, his Regiment changed
Proudly passing out, with St George and his Hackle
Punishing illness caused things to be strange
Bravely fighting those things he must tackle
December funerals, can get delayed
Causing the grief to be longer displayed
No-one can tell why the wrong Crem was booked
Thankfully somebody had bothered to look
December is gone, with its joys and woes
And most of January before it all ends
A whole month will pass, since the young man has gone
Before he finally meets with our Kin
Anzuz Sowelo my young friend, Anzuz Sowelo
Anzuz - Knowledge. Sowelo - Happiness
i can feel pain in every word written. the poem creates a very realistic feeling of a heavy weight to carry. thank u for sharing with us!
Thank you for sharing
A very moving poem Colven. It had that weariness that grief leaves us with long after we say goodbye.