It’s a Funeral Day

As if marching to a Largo

And with Dignity and Grace

They Process towards Finality—

It’s a Funeral day.

 

Each gathering their memories

Secrets—to be kept-

Sacred now in honouring—

It’s a Funeral day.

 

The Platitudes are Spoken

The Oak is manicured

Humanity has bellowed—

It’s a Funeral Day.