A Mummer's Funeral Poem by Alexander K Hamilton

Time slip't, a careless moment, words without thought or foment.
No smile, no glance, no touch, nor care
none of these things so fair,
was ever thought or brought to share.

We sing our Hymns of life and love,
of sorrows bled for gods above.
Nothing left of strength and toil,
the grapes of wrath that wasted soil.
Hang your head in prayer or bare your neck in shame,
to the gods bright blade it's all the same.

But for for the Ghosts of Things left unsaid,
Deeds left undone..
Bare walls and plank't floor,
cobwebs of nothing more.
A Home empty; a house.. a shack,
a time-worn agent my soul to wrack,
flitting Shadows, cobwebs in the corners of my mind.