And as the coffin lowered into the ground
And as we put wet mud on it , I heard a distant sound
Twas the sound of the church bells ringing in a row
The burial ground had less crosses and more to show…
And as Death smiled on my friend’s father
And he lay in the coffin with a wreath his header
And held the cross firmly in his rigor mortis set hand
This is all life was, I thought tis just like a piece of strand…
Six feet of length and four feet of breadth is all we need
In this plant of life where love blooms and actions are the seed.
Where man strives all day just to sleep well at night
But a permanent sleeping person is a really difficult sight.
And as the Father and the Nuns read out the verses,
And as I saw my friend’s pretty mother in plain white laces,
My heart went out to my friend as I saw him breaking down,
All the stoic nature gone, sadness set in like a mourning gown
And as we entered the sanctity of the Church
And as the family stood together they were still in the lurch
world, life is a gift wrapped in neat packages
Death is one of them, I hence hate these adages….
May God bless my friend’s father’s soul
May God bless the bereaved family whole
May each path towards God be cleared easily for all of us
Words,feelings, emotions are the only way out thus.