Good Folk

Here in the hall we see our folk

Not ranting crowds

Not protestors

Just folk

In silent simple step

In patient line

Their homely natural selves

They do incline


The death of someone loved

Has brought them here

Within the hallowed hall

They shed a tear

And silently move onwards

Into light

To London streets

And home and safe



This is a glimpse

Of people at their best

Gentle easy wise

They are no pest

They walk into a room

Where life has gone

She’s gone before us

We will follow on


Brian Fahy

16 September 2022

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