A Funeral

I was at a funeral

It seemed like my own

People, faces milling around

Some familiar some unknown

They were talking in whispers

As if they were in dread

That they would be overheard

By the one who was dead!

I sensed every word that was said

The praise and the damning matter

Was happy to note that there was more

Of the first and less of the latter

They were not really shedding tears

As they did as they aught  

Completing the formalities

For their own peace that they sought

In my new-found silence and stillness

I rose from the congregation

And went along my merry way

To my new assignation 

There was Light, the blowing of trumpets

A welcome with Divine Song

Not looking back to that house, I left

After staying there well and long

My Epitaph on a stone put by someone at the place 

Here lies a man who loved to rhyme

Though he never saved a dime

All his time on words he spent

Then silently to this place he went