
GRIEF IS THE PRICE OF LOVE
Inspire by remarks made by Margaret Ure at husband Neill’s funeral Nov 2 2017.
Neill was one of the founding fathers of the Bloke’s Lounge.
Grief is the price of love, she said
Without a tear in her eye
But with a tear in her heart
It was remark, well considered,
not off the top of her head
it is death, we dread
not our own but of others
of parents, of siblings,
of children, of lovers
Our own demise we do not bemoan
we just don’t want to end up all alone
without laughs, without cheer
no more long lunches, no more beer
no more sharing of many good times
no more bonding, over glasses of wine
Goodbye, she said, but not farewell
I’ll see you again, when my turn comes
and when St Peter does his moral sums
if we weren’t meant for heaven
then let’s go down and raise some hell
A latter lifetime of laughs
our flag, now, half-mast
your release from pain, when it came,
was a relief
but for those left behind
the price of love, is grief.
©eoin macdhugail 041117
Inspire by remarks made by Margaret Ure at husband Neill’s funeral Nov 2 2017.
Neill was one of the founding fathers of the Bloke’s Lounge.
Grief is the price of love, she said
Without a tear in her eye
But with a tear in her heart
It was remark, well considered,
not off the top of her head
it is death, we dread
not our own but of others
of parents, of siblings,
of children, of lovers
Our own demise we do not bemoan
we just don’t want to end up all alone
without laughs, without cheer
no more long lunches, no more beer
no more sharing of many good times
no more bonding, over glasses of wine
Goodbye, she said, but not farewell
I’ll see you again, when my turn comes
and when St Peter does his moral sums
if we weren’t meant for heaven
then let’s go down and raise some hell
A latter lifetime of laughs
our flag, now, half-mast
your release from pain, when it came,
was a relief
but for those left behind
the price of love, is grief.
©eoin macdhugail 041117