Silence

Omnious clouds blanket the sky, Few people had tears in there eye. Lines were beginning to form around the corner, You could tell these people were not your average mourner. Curious to find out what was going on I began to ask each passer-by, No one spoke, no one would answer me why. To get answers I had to get in line myself, As time ticked away I began to question my health. As I got closer I saw flowers were everywhere, Cameras were flashing and everyone was trying to get a stare. When I got to the front I realized why no one would recognize me, All along they were there to pay their respects to the Death of Me. Copyright©2009 Henry Pendergrass