Funeral

©1974, Olan L. Smith

Sleepless nights

Sadden eyes

Bring tears

To their goodbyes

Pleasure is occluded

And sorrow does prevail—

Her eyes are blurred

But yet she perceives

The face she reveres—

Her arms stretch out

To clutch,

To embrace—

His visage disappears—

She falls to her knees

And sobs—

People begin to leave.