Little Things

The littlest things mean a lot is often said

and how true when you are dead and gone

for how long and wide the plot    matters

when you are squashed beneath the sod –

how undignified. 

Tis not only mourners cried –

pallbearers too with body pains

and aches as they undertake

delivery to your god

and crumble under the weight of it –

of you. 

So what to do? 

Sutton Bridge and Wingland PC have it all worked out;

PC they are and recognise your need

of a greater place of rest; best interests

served for those demised deemed supersized

and indeed for those who bear the load,

your place, your last abode

will not be far in those green fields,

but near as dammit by the road.

Little things mean the most.

Anna :o]

Björn at dVerse has us writing poetic journalism and above is my effort, based on this article that appeared in today’s The Telegraph.  Thanks for the inspiration Björn.

Image:  Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Author: Dennis Turner