Death
The wind blew as the tears of loved ones swept away,
so many words the mourners had to say,
in prayers and psalms they shouted and pray
for he who pass away,
though they were said to see him rest that day,
their last tribute they had to pay
drums, pianos and guitars they played
some hoping the man would stay,
but his time had come for him to lay
The great man laid to rest,
in words and songs they murmured
he was the best.
Demeter Edwards
Copyright © Demeter Edwards | Year Posted 2011
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