{"id":2509,"date":"2016-01-20T13:33:40","date_gmt":"2016-01-20T13:33:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2509"},"modified":"2016-01-30T13:37:35","modified_gmt":"2016-01-30T13:37:35","slug":"at-the-age-for-this","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/at-the-age-for-this\/","title":{"rendered":"At The Age for This"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m at the age for this<br \/>\nThe funerals: all to common now<br \/>\nI dont go to them all anymore<\/p>\n<p>To commiserate with strangers<br \/>\nLet them know I was there<br \/>\nWho do not care who I am<br \/>\nOr that I was or wasnt<br \/>\nBut thats our tradition<br \/>\nThe Irish way.<\/p>\n<p>Then the news came<br \/>\nAnother passed over<br \/>\nThe three day wonder long since passed.<br \/>\nThe one I would have wanted to be at<br \/>\nThough, as an outsider<br \/>\nIn the circumstances<br \/>\nIt may not have been welcome.<\/p>\n<p>A silent prayer<br \/>\nUnspoken words<br \/>\nSincere desire<br \/>\nThat my friend recently passed<br \/>\nAnd all the others<br \/>\nKnow peace.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/0.s3.envato.com\/files\/129274369\/preview.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m at the age for this The funerals: all to common now I dont go to them all anymore To commiserate with strangers Let them know I was there Who do not care who I am Or that I was or wasnt But thats our tradition The Irish way. Then &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[155,120],"tags":[2632,2354,1118,2633,2630,65,2634,2631],"class_list":["post-2509","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-non-rhyming-poems","tag-bury-the-dead","tag-death","tag-dying","tag-funeral-traditions","tag-funerals","tag-life-2","tag-passing-years","tag-paying-respects","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-Et","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":88,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/irish-family-funerals\/","url_meta":{"origin":2509,"position":0},"title":"Irish Family Funerals","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"18th March 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Last Patricks Day, everyone else went to the parade dressed in green. 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Having no tobacco to smoke, they filled them first with turf and then with coal, only to become\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Death&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Death","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/death\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Clay pipe remnant of the kind that was smoked at an Irish funeral years  ago. Wefound tons of these in our garden in Banagher when I was a child growing up. 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