Jane B (knally) wrote,
Jane B
knally

A poem for funerals

Here's a lovely poem that somebody at meeting heard at a funeral. A little sentimental perhaps, but I can think of people it applies to (both women and men by changing it to 'he') so it struck a chord with me.

Not how did she die.

Not, how did she die, but how did she live?
Not, what did she gain, but what did she give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a woman, regardless of birth.
Not, what was her church, nor what was her creed,
But had she befriended those really in need?
Was she ever ready, with word of good cheer
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspapers say,
But how many were sorry when she passed away?

by ANON
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