Discount Shakespeare

L. Funeral Blues (Andrea's Version)

Discount Shakespeare
An anthology of musings
Poetry by seomins

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For this anthology's final act, I took my all-time favorite poem, W.H. Auden's Funeral Blues, and made it my own.

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Funeral Blues (Andrea's Version)

Light a candle for every garden that has crumbled down in vain
For they will soon erupt into a wildfire untamed.

Capture fresh air in a bubble of love, hopes, and dreams
Before your one, true fantasy strays far from who they seem.

Inhale the fragrances of the crisp, noontime wind
Until petals intoxicate the air like they're the 8th deadly sin.

Look, the veins on your hand are now a battered, barren blue
As they prey on your passion, turning a poisoned purple hue.

Don't choose your battles when you're left with nothing
Or when you're alone, in a life-long crisis, or bluffing.

The veterans of wisdom and war are now withering in failure,
Seeing newbloods rule the streets with their weapons charged with fervor.

Invite your friends and foes not on a joyride on the wheels of life,
But on a flight to pride, no prejudice, to all-knowing laws we abide.

Your hats were tipped to spirits whose lives are under time's control,
So, when they loom large and lackluster, what's left for you to console?

Wash your hands clean of all the hell holes they've been in,
Bidding farewell their rulers, who were always drenched in toxins.

Music had once been my earth, wind, and fire
Not long before thunderstorms made it wilt and expire.

Duty and responsibility don't seem far and firm apart;
When you're well-versed in both, that's when the pain train starts.