The Funeral

Though I have been present at more festive occasion
I confess I came here today of my own persuasion
More for curiosity than reverence for the man
And surely not to mourn or shake the widow's hand
And not for doleful singing or posthumous confession
And yet I am a part of this solemn procession
And true I know the man and we often socialized
But if the truth be known his habits I despised
But we never quarreled or came to words of strife
Though he was a jealous man and guarded well his wife
And no, I do not love here or come for what he left
For she's too much like the man now eulogized in death
And so I'm here and he's there and it's not so bad a day
And when the mound is rounded off, I'll go my merry way
And think nothing more of death or how the day will end
The more I think about it, he never was my friend.

by Chris Embrick

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