The Final Journey

What Is Our Life

by Sir Walter Raleigh (1552–1618)

What is our life? The play of passion.

Our mirth? The music of division:

Our mothers’ wombs the tiring-houses be,

Where we are dressed for life’s short comedy.

The earth the stage; Heaven the spectator is,

Who sits and views whosoe’er doth act amiss.

The graves which hide us from the scorching sun

Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.

Thus playing post we to our latest rest,

And then we die in earnest, not in jest.

For Sue, on her final journey to rest. 🌸

13 responses to “The Final Journey

  1. Beautiful sentiments for a beautiful angel.🦋🦋🦋

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  2. I feel quite devastated by Sue’s passing, Eloise. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.

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  3. So sad about Sue, a life cut short, beautiful heartfelt poem Eloise. ❤

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  4. A lovely poetic memorial to help Sue wing her way to the heavens. ❤

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  5. What a beautiful memorial poem, Eloise❣️ It’s so fitting since Sue was such an amazing poet. My heart is broken, she will be missed.💔

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  6. How lovely, Eloise.
    It breaks my heart yet it fills me to overflowing with love.
    We will all miss Sue. ❤

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