At a funeral

And it happened that on February tenth.
David collapsed and drew his last breath.
His body lay cold, stiff and lifeless.
As in rushed his panicked half clad mistress.
The funeral day was dark and cloudy.
Beside the coffin stood a grieving Mary.
Who had fought hard to keep him around.
But now she had to watch him go into the ground.
A convergence of people as large as expected.
Different kinds of people with whom David was acquainted.
The men and women, good, bad and ugly.
Gathered on the grounds to remember him fondly.
Drunk uncle Tom was drunk, and praying for a bottle.
Forgetting his heart was weak and his lungs too were feeble.
While David's soul cried, wishing he was alive.
Wanting so much, to hold Mary his wife.
Next to Mary were Terry, Kelly and Halle.
All three were close friends of both David and Mary.
Terry was broken, broke and frustrated.
Wishing that it was his life that had ended.
While David's soul cried and wished for a chance.
Wished he could take his daughter to the dance.
Terry's mind was absent, thinking about his trouble.
About the drug gang and his debt that had doubled.
While David's soul wept for the mistakes he made.
Sorry for the bad times and the way he behaved.
Now Halle was by far the most sad of the three.
For the half clad mistress was she.
Who watched David die and turn pale white.
Though she was the beloved "sister" of his wife.
She too wished she could turn back time.
Been strong enough and never crossed that line.
But it was too late, and the coffin was buried.
What a pain Mary felt, she and the baby she carried.
And David's soul wished, to be in his body.
To love his wife to death, and live for their baby.

Reviews

[AcasualPawn]

Regrets of a dying man.........
Its touching, i like this piece........

Keep the good work Avia

[Avia]

Thanks a lot. I'm glad you liked it.