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The Funeral

by Joan Serratelli

When 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
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