The Way Of Life

The somber hour of the morn

Brings about a saddening light

As the new day tells the story

Of one who has passed on

through the night.

 

There is a chill on the air

That wasn’t there before

As if even the weather knows

What the long night bore.

 

There is pain upon the faces

Of loved ones known in life.

A great heartache tears the souls

Of his children and loving wife.

 

He is missed so dearly

By family and friends

And some grieve the most

Because they never

Made amends.

 

The sun doesn’t shine as brightly

As it did the day before.

And the day grows a pale gray

as the rain begins to pour.

 

It seems as though

Even the weather is grieving today

As the sunshine is blotted out

And darkness replaces day

 

Sorrow has replaced

The happiness that was there

And instead of honest love

There is only great despair.

 

Loved ones have been awakened

to the simple lonely truth at hand

They've learned that life is precious

That times clock is pouring its sand.

 

Friends have began to gather now

To pay their last respects

They tell their heartfelt tributes

And mention not his defects.

 

The day is slowly passing.

The rain is still pouring down.

As night falls the storm holds on

Still gripping this heartbroken town.

 

This night their sleep is troubled

As memories flow through their minds

Of their dearly departed loved one

That the morning will not find.

 

As the night comes to an end

The skies are still pale gray

And there is still no sun shining.

The rain does not give way.

 

As family and friends gather

At the final resting place

There is still much sorrow

Upon each and every face.

 

As the pastor gives the eulogy

The tears of family fall down

And join the icy rain

That is still flowing upon the ground.

 

His casket is slowly lowered

Not to be seen once more.

Laying this soul to rest

One that had passed so soon before.

 

Roses are placed upon the soil

That covers this mahogany chest.

And the town grows still quieter

As this man is laid to rest.

 

The friends are slowly departing

To return to the day at hand

And they slowly try to forget

The sorrow that followed

the passing of this man.

 

Life goes on and the rain gives way

And the friends continue on with

Their normal life

But the weeks bring not comfort

To his children and his wife.

 

The day seems not brighter

Even though the sun does shine.

The memories of their father

Continue on through his children's minds.

 

Grief still does not let go

In the heart of his wife.

She sees only a future of despair.

In the night she takes her life.

 

-The sun rises once more

To shine a dull light

And once more tells a story

Of one who has passed on

through the night.

 

The clouds are dark once more

The rain begins to pour down

And slowly once again

Sorrow consumes this town.

 

Friends begin to gather

Grieving for their friend

And all wonder why

This is the way it had to end.

 

Her brother takes the children

Back to his grieving home.

And everyone feels great sorrow

Because these children are all alone.

 

Night brings not sleep

For her daughter and her son.

And stillness brings not comfort

This night sorrow has won.

 

As the new day arises

There is still only a dull gray

The rain is still pouring down

And the clouds do not give way

 

Friends gather at the resting place

That they were at so soon before

And wait to pay last respects

To the death the long night bore.

 

As the eulogy is performed

Roses are laid on the chest

And it slowly lowers into the ground

Now to be laid to rest.

 

Tears of friends and family

Fall again to the ground

And join the icy rain

Without a single sound.

 

As the chest is covered

Flowers are laid upon the ground.

Friends and family venture off

Never making a sound.

 

The weeks go by quickly

And the sorrow soon subsides

Life is still not the same

But still peace does abide.

 

The children do not despair

Even though they have no one

But a melancholy still grips them.

It seems play isn't quite as fun.

 

They miss their mom and dad

But are slowly understanding by the years

That some things are meant to be

And that there is no need for tears

 

They still feel that empty space

That lies so deep inside

But now they are understanding

That this is the way of life.

 

 

©T.A.Rogers

  20031106

Author's Note

Unbiased truth.