The withered wreath upon the ground
All but a year since Christmas past;
A gesture then sincere profound,
To fade away not meant to last.
Traversing link from past to future,
Remembering those no longer here;
Memories to recall and nurture,
Those now in another sphere.
All are creatures of time and space,
Regardless of our earthly goods;
Existing here within our place,
Tied to chattels, subject of moods.
But once the curtain line is parted,
Past and future to reveal;
The knowledge to us thus imparted,
For us then in awe to reel.
Monty Alexander 19.12.2019