No-one has time to grieve.
Not even the bereaved.
The cortege, heavily, low-gears the slope
But it’s all to quick for the followers to cope.-
Your death came as one of those shocks.
It will always be the hardest of knocks.
Your funeral on that sunshiny day
Was out the blue.
Take care on your way.
You were there as you lay.
We’ll miss you til our dying day.