My last lament

Today my darling asked me
about a song
as a last lament,
when one day
they lay me to rest.

Surely it would be a song
to my Lord and king
that I want her to sing,

but the more I thought about it
the clearer it became
that the here and now,
the time I that I spent,
the acts that I do
and the words that I write
should be what honours me.

poem by Gert StrydomReport problemRelated quotes
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