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

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