Black Suit and Tie

black suit and tie, 

i stand and watch you cry, 

helpless to help as you file by in line, 

a doorstop to mourning the passage of time 

with no balm for your wondering why 

all your friends must die

casket of oak

the tears that you choke

can’t drown out the memories of all these fine folks

as with a heavy sigh the preacher lifts his eyes

and tells you of a fire below and a mansion in the sky

where all your friends reside

pallbearers take hold

and you march out real slow

trying not to think how their skin felt so cold

the hearse starts to drive as you follow close behind

then throw roses on top of the earth where they lie,

your friends, one last goodbye

walk from the grave

whispering you say

so soon you will be back again and see them on that day

so this is not goodbye, but until some later time

you look around and pat your heart under black suit and tie

for friends here still alive