A Poem: White Gloves


by Midnight Freemasons Guest Contributor
Robert Wesley Hawkins

WHITE GLOVES

At the time I take my final breath,
I hope all others know,
I tried to give my best in life,
on a path where Brothers go.

I hope to be in heaven,
when those white gloves are at my side. 
I hope to be in the hearts of Brothers,
when I take my final ride.

I hope some good fine words are said,
about some good deeds that I’ve done. 
I hope there are jokes and smiles,
I hope my funeral’s fun. 

I hope when I take my final step,
I’ve become master of my mind. 
I hope I leave a better man,
no unlearned lesson left behind. 

I hope there is a knock on the wood,
as they lower me down with care. 
I hope all my brothers laugh,
remembering the times a rod hit my chair. 

I hope to be in heaven,
when those white gloves form a line. 
I hope to be in the hearts of Brothers,
as they are now with mine. 

~Robert Wesley Hawkins 2019



Robert Wesley Hawkins is a member of Olive Branch #38 in Danville, Illinois and a 32* Mason in the Ancient Accepted Scottish Rite, Danville Valley.  Bro. Hawkins enjoys contributing to the arts through writing and is on the Board of Directors with Rebelsfare Arts & Music Foundation based in Oakwood, Illinois. He is a husband, father, and has a career in education.

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