The Funeral
The Funeral
His funeral was today;
That elder man of mans;
He had done everything
The world demands.
There was a mixed crowd
Of ages and worth;
The preacher spoke long;
With anecdotes and mirth.
Lifeless he lay, taking it all in,
Strains of Amazing Grace;
Never wore many formal suits;
Is that a grin on his face?
After all was said and done;
His kudos listed ad infinitem;
Tears were dropped along the pews,
But folks pretty well forgot em.
He was president of this;
On the board of that;
Loved his grandchildren;
But after all of that,
This beloved soul had written;
His own epitaph;
His tombstone would read;
“He knew how to laugh!”
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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