The Obituary

Once upon a place up high.

I twinkle like a summer’s day sky.

A shiny perfect memory

From before the days when death claimed me.

 

Death does take without remorse

And from his grasp your grief springs forth.

All that remains lies in sweet recall

Of times that now montage my fall.

 

Life did falter for you one day,

When I was forced to go this way.

But do not pause, do not follow,

Life would be nothing, if not for sorrow.

 

When forced to grieve we live the most.

In remembrance lies the surest dose

That we shall continue to the morrow,

Singing sweetly of our sorrow,

 

Of the burden we did bear.

Of grief, we bore the largest share.

We are human. We are faulted.

One day our condition will be halted.