At a Funeral
I can see myself at a funeral
And I can’t defend myself
I can hear the stories about me
As I watch my friends in stealth.
I could have been a better person
And I can’t change any past
I can see the truths around me
And I want to make them last
I want to see a tomorrow
And I can’t believe we’ll fail
I can see the history happening
And I feel a check in the mail.
I need to have been better
And I can’t cherish what is not
I can hear the past coming
And I love all not forgot
I can see myself in heaven
And I hear my mom and dad
I can know the world is waiting
Am I the one that saw the bad
I did see things I love
And I loved the things I saw
I can feel the love of everyone
And I write the scene I draw
I can be gone and not be here
And I miss the things going on
I can forget each day not remembered
But my love for you’s not gone
Copyright © Bill Smith | Year Posted 2015
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