The Last Two Rites

In most instances it's the undertaker and the medical guy
Who take care of our last needs on earth, when we die.
We're speaking physically here, 'cause the soul has departed and left the pain.
And what's left is what they term, in such uncaring way, "the remains."

We don't sit around while we're alive dwelling on this reality. Of course not,
We're busy beating a path, up to the end, and trying to utilize what we've got.
I'm pretty sure that the angel of death doesn't announce, "I'm here for the remains."
They take your soul form by the hand and say, "Let's go home and leave this pain."

So, while the body you just departed is so ceremoniously laid to rest,
Your soul is on its way home to view the record, to see what was your "best."
We survivors feel we've lost our precious loved one,
But in reality, they'll be up there waiting till our turn here is done.

Lucile I. Burke
July 20, 2000

 

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