A Funeral Poem by Billy Loving

Bright red roses dropping to the ground
Solemn crowd gathered round
Black, the color of the day
People mill around in a maudlin way

Coffin being lowered down
Crying of the women, the only sound
Grief filled widow being consoled
Another soul whose life story has been told

Life as miniscule as a grain of sand
Irregardless of what we have planned
Incessant ticking of the clock
It's motion unable to block

Like the cycle of the tides
A last breath as it subsides
Newborn's startling first cry
Of life's many mysteries, questioning why

Just a part of the Maker's grand design
A length, unable to define
Faith, our ever present guide
While on the road of life, we ride