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
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
