09-04-2013, 09:17 PM
Warm greeting fellow poetry lovers. I am new to this forum and to poetry in general. This is one of my recent pieces and I hope you will find it a worthy contribution. I'm looking forward to receiving and giving feedback to you all.
A Suit of Brass
A tunnel dark, an ending white
A coffin cramped, no space to breathe.
No chance to leave, to fight
And no way out, for you or me
A suit of brass, with sunny gleam
The only luxury you have
And this, my little friend, it seems
Is how your funeral will pass
And as you lie there, on your own
With no one close to you in sight
You feel as calm and cool as stone
Since this will be your only flight
The line for funerals is long
Still 29 , at least, to go
Before you've sung your final song
Another one will lie there cold
And once you fly, my little friend
Once you've reached that moment last
As you prepare for the end
You would have lost your suit of brass.
A Suit of Brass
A tunnel dark, an ending white
A coffin cramped, no space to breathe.
No chance to leave, to fight
And no way out, for you or me
A suit of brass, with sunny gleam
The only luxury you have
And this, my little friend, it seems
Is how your funeral will pass
And as you lie there, on your own
With no one close to you in sight
You feel as calm and cool as stone
Since this will be your only flight
The line for funerals is long
Still 29 , at least, to go
Before you've sung your final song
Another one will lie there cold
And once you fly, my little friend
Once you've reached that moment last
As you prepare for the end
You would have lost your suit of brass.