The Departed

From dearly beloved, to dearly departed It is for them, once every while tears I shed Here in fresh today, then to dust tomorrow and gone When death hauls by, sorrow is born Tears and tares In the natural order of things Sadness mixes with memories as the grieving choir sings It’s not easy to remember how to forget certain persons Or to believe they now dwell blissfully in heavenly mansions Wherever death hides all whom it kidnaps I hope it’s a place of sweet endless naps To rest in peace under the infinite hour hand Hopeful undisturbed by a celestial angel band I can’t stop wondering about those I loved already there Do they still possess a conscious enough to care Do they have souls as whole as a sheep in wool Or to think in this manner, am I the fool History is littered with conquerors, exalted now in glorious paintings But none conquered their way back to life to give away after-life ratings It is the land from which no traveler returns And we shall all go there in turns and not under our terms Time and death have conspired against us We are all poor children of the dark curse And despite the holy men’s sacred books and talks We are all destined to inherit the paradox So, as I cry for the departed, let me laugh for myself a bit For its someone's duty to cry for me too when am in the pit We are all the departed, we just don’t know it yet Dead men on leave, a generation someone will someday forget