Green and brown today
The bins out on the street
Ready for collection
Recycling or landfill
Or compost come to that
All our rubbish
Taken in a cart
One day a box will come for me
Take me to a grave
We all end up as landfill in the end
Though that’s not strictly true
Our spirit is away
It’s just the body that we take
It is no longer you
Soon I will visit Margaret’s grave
Put some flowers there
I don’t go often now
Don’t need to she’s not there
The days of grieving over
The saints in heaven say
Don’t stand there looking sullen
The sun shines bright today
And three things last forever
Never let us down
Faith hope and love
Will bring us to a crown
Your life it isn’t rubbish
To be left out on a street
In life in death we journey on
The Lord is there to meet
Brian Fahy
13 January 2022
Erris Poetry 