Randy McClave

Gold Star - 7,424 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

The Funeral Procession - Poem by Randy McClave

The funeral procession drove past my house
I bowed my head and I was quite as a mouse,
In a solemn prayer I gave to the sadly departed
As I knew of the sadness and remorse of the fainthearted;
One car after another I watched go down the street
As I still stood there in respect in this unbearable heat,
The cars that I counted they were over twenty-five
Sadly not one visited the departed when he was still alive;
So, there goes his procession heading to the graveyard
As though being led by weepers and the national guard,
I guess when he was living his life he was always misread
Now he is missed and remembered since now he is dead.

Randy L. McClave

Topic(s) of this poem: Funeral


Comments about The Funeral Procession by Randy McClave

  • Winter Wyte (2/5/2016 12:44:00 PM)


    i love this part -I guess when he was living his life he was always misread
    Now he is missed and remembered since now he is dead.
    and
    Sadly not one visited the departed when he was still alive;
    Like my mom always says dont give me flowers when im dead you had so many of chances to give me flowers and you never did so dont give me flowers when im dead
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  • (9/4/2014 4:44:00 PM)


    A catchy title. Funeral procession is an occasion where hypocrisy tears its ugly head the most. Great poem. Kudos! (Report) Reply

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (9/3/2014 11:09:00 PM)


    The cars that I counted they were over twenty-five / Sadly not one visited the departed when he was still alive; ... Marvelous expression to unveil the disguise of civilized society. Bold and beautiful, the form used skilfully. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 3, 2014



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