The Funeral

An old woman sits
Grieving, now she’s a widow
Time is a cruel thief.

She has a hanky
She puts it to her eye, dabs
Grandchild takes her hand.

The man in the box
Lived with her for sixty years
Gone five endless days.

We walk together
Only a short time, it seems
Savor it people.

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