My Suit of Grief

Written by: Mike Samford

I am off to buy a suit today 
A black suit or maybe gray, 
I have a funeral to attend, 
A suit of grief to buy and then 
In my closet, there it shall stay. 

And there I hope it rots away 
Not to be worn another-day 
A fancy fig leaf from a bin. 
I am off to buy a suit today. 

Only the living have a say 
Of attire and grand array 
For a dress in which to ascend 
Or a coat in which too defend 
For the dead we can only pray. 
I am off to buy a suit today.