It is everyone’s dreaded speech. It is usually not a speech you look forward to giving however, when it comes we brace up to the task. Everyone talks about how eulogies are unsung praises that should have been said while the person could hear. Some call them fake praises. It may or may not be…
When I am rested at six foot below, And in vacuous ambience Of frozen body, mind and soul, Spirit divined transcends. I cannot twitch to my assailer’s blow When darkness in its weight and thickened moist, Is all my shut gaze can dote, And uncertainty of my spirit’s final host; Either to demon’s…