A Funeral For A Common Man

Written June 14, 1987

A Funeral For A Common Man

And for he who commonly clad in black

Whose sights have laid on natures finest

And whose senses are of the earth

I give to you peace

The serenity of nature is yours once more

The willows weep with happiness

Now that peace is your own

The mourners if there were; would crowd and bid goodbye

But now the years just linger

And you beneath the earth

Just lay through winters waste

Until the spring’s rebirth