As the sunlight pours through the windows and falls
Upon the floor of a room with four decorative walls,
A crowd begins to gather, engaged in a whispered banter.
Time rolls slowly by as a new face continually enters,
Each one in awe of this subtle room now alive with splendor,
With reds, yellows, and whites in a joyous collage of flowers.
The sun begins to fade as a line begins to hastily form
Around a piece of oak furniture that is far from the norm;
With polished brass so clear as if to reflect the light,
So that no one must glance within at its horrific sight!
Hours pass as countless mourners grieve in their turn
All filled with guilty consciences and stomachs that churn;
For none of them feel that this time so soon was to be,
As they are overcome with emotion when it is their time to see.
But as you look down and for the final time we make eyes,
Let your sorrow run free and remember only our good times.
Pray for the chance, sweet love, that we may someday meet again,
If only God will accept my repent to mercifully reside in heaven.
But since I am undeserving and unworthy to see you after we die,
Please cherish these moments and never forget our last goodbye.
