12 Men Poem by Joe Howell

they came to give him a rest
twelve men in black suits
to take him to give him a rest
to be burried in his best

words can't say, what the heart feels
how much pain can it take, before it breaks
and what about the happiness we will miss
he brought it with him, coming thru the door

tears won't water the flowers he planted
and sunrise will be late
for it to slowes, to say good by
it will not shine as bright

upon a stone, bearing his name
the word loved will be etched
and in our hearts, a hole grows
larger