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Black The mourners wearing black, standing in black, in a sea of black, Under the black sky and below black umbrellas. The black rain falls as the brown coffin is lowered into black earth. A black robed priest, his face blackened, steps onto the black podium. "Today we mourn the passing of a wonderful fellow, Who lived his life serving others. He sacrificed himself for the benefit of those around him, And now, he is dead. His presence will be sorely missed, his time on Earth Too short for his goals. May he rest in peace." In the blackened air of blackened silence, blackened roses fall, Each one covering the brown of the coffin and

                                        What is life?   I intend for all of you who are reading this poem to stop here and think for a bit. What does the title mean to you? What is its significance to you? When you have thought about that and formed a meaning for yourself, please continue to read the poem. It was originally intended to be spoken, so if you may do me great justice, please do read it out loud What is life but a fable a