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Quiet creaking house
Computer keys crunch quietly
Under wooden adjustments made overhead
The moon still high
The sun yet to have shed
A light on the new day
Cold and dreary
Making my way through the world
Flurry
I will attend the funeral
Pray my peace
Offer up my best
For the souls that rest
Life bustles on outside the church
As it always does
On a cold January morning
While we pray inside
Once the ceremony is over
The prayers said
We will face the cold
Make our ways back to life
Fall asleep again
Breathe again
Talk again
We will take a moment
And then walk through the door
As the week starts again
We fall asleep on Sunday
And wake anew
For it is another Monday