The Pall Bearer (Angel of Sadness)
Shoulders square
Face front, do not stare
No tears, only dried eyes
Eased a sigh, one final goodbye
Carry and image of mystic
A day after another
Without you is incomplete
Shadows blend in with your reflection
Polished to perfection
The pall bearer
Palms up, raise you to the skies
Shoulders square
Wisdom of an older pair
Faced front
Left foot, right foot, up those stairs
No tears on dyed dry eyes
An image similiar to mystic
Bare the weight down this darkened isle
Past the first bench
Now lay me a peace
As an ignorant stench
You are my pall bearer
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2007
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