The Funeral by Joan SerratelliWhen I walked into the Temple.
I knew it would be sad
a funeral for a man
who died too soon
The mourners walked in
one by one
First the widow,
so pretty, so young
everyone pitied this poor lost soul
she had lost her mate, her friend
her lover, her husband
Next came the children
you had to feel their pain
they just lost their father
a man who was their hero,
their teacher, their playmate
everyone pitied these young children
who would now walk
through life without their Dad
His parents were next
No parent should bury their child
His mother and father cried
they had lost their baby
Everyone's heart broke
for these people
who were now alone
He touched alot of people
whose lives
would never be the same
They were all filled
with self pity
They couldn't believe
this was happening
Maybe I'm unfeeling,
or a little insane
but I pity the man
who's dead
in his grave 03/09/2006
Author's Note: My daughter attended a funeral today. It got me thinking...
Posted on 03/09/2006 Copyright © 2024 Joan Serratelli
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