Music...
‘Grateful Dead’
Grateful Dead?
Enter the Chapel,
High ceiling, flowers, stillness,
Nervousness.
I can do this...
A seat at the front,
A hymn.
Rosie reads; her voice
Flat with sadness.
We pray,
A kind man leads us.
Dave tells us of his friend,
Plain simple truth, no frills.
His voice strong, loyal, he describes
The places visited;
The heights – both earthly and
Chemical.
The bliss...
‘Grateful Dead’.
‘All things Bright and Beautiful’.
Tears.
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