Buried On A Tuesday

Mourning

An empty little body

In a tear filled room

So very deep with sorrow

And a bitter summer's gloom

Another black moment 

From a tear stained face

A tiny prayer book

And a hat of lace

Stony eyes are closed

To a heart now stopped

Pretty curls are on a head

Upon a pillow propped

The casket lid is closed

And the wails begin anew

Follow her to the yard of stone

That's what you all should do

The preacher says the word

And then he bows his head

In the local cemetery

Where they keep the dearly dead

Two pretty doves are cooing

As the coffin fills the hole

Another body fades to nothing

But what happens to the soul ?

Please enjoy the evening sunset

And the candles on a cake

Be attentive to the life you live

And be happy when you wake

C May 30 2006  J. Marks