Today they stood in silence, <br />While trying not to cry. <br />They gathered round the casket <br />So slowly passing by. <br /> <br />Their heads were bowed in sorrow. <br />They seldom said a word. <br />The shuffle of their footsteps <br />Was all the sound you heard. <br /> <br />In coming to the service, <br />I thought it was quite true; <br />We seldom show our feelings <br />Till after life is through. <br /> <br />I'm proud to say I knew her, <br />The one that passed away. <br />There's much that I could tell you, <br />But I shall not this day. <br /> <br />They had their chance to tell her; <br />They loved, but never did. <br />How much they could have shown her, <br />The love that they kept hid! <br /> <br />She said it didn't matter. <br />But I knew it was the case; <br />That we all need the comfort, <br />That comes with love's embrace. <br /> <br />And so, they came to worship, <br />And pay their just respect. <br />To she, who dearly loved them. <br />Who died of their neglect. <br /> <br />And so, I took a moment, <br />To say a prayer and cry; <br />For those who stood in silence, <br />As she, came passing by.<br /><br />GREENWOLFE 1962<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passing-by-3/
