Death adorns someone whose leaving,
Mourners gather to share the grieving,
The sky above is so grey and forlorn,
Hear now the angels blow their horns.

The ***** plays some solemn chords,
He leaves abruptly to join with the lord,
The casket lined with some comfort now,
The mourners will now recover somehow.

The ornate church stands proudly there,
Each brick now bursting with delicate care,
The stain-glass windows designed so brightly,
The hearse brought forward at a time so nightly.

A woman so delicate and full of sweet sorrow,
Is not concerned with her continuing tomorrow,
They hold her hand and hug her body so near,
Her heart is slowly shaking, so slowly the fear.

The friends and neighbours don't understand why,
Why life is so swiftly passed onto a lingering goodbye,
Nor will they think that their time is not so at hand,
Because death comes to others and is not their plan.

A blistering wind and the cold that shakes them all,
Blankets all of the gathering at the end of the fall,
Those waiting and weaving in order now to survive,
Came to give their condolences while still alive.

Don't say more the platitudes no one will hear,
Death comes to all but somehow we calm fear,
He's going to heaven where no worries will be,
A better place all the mourners now flee.