The only thing that was missing at the rich man's funeral was mourners.
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Sorry I missed your funeral.
Will you ever forgive, me for missing your funeral?
You might have seen the pain I felt when I heard you passed
Every time I see your picture
My heart just pours out
My eyes get filled with tears
Cud be because I never said goodbye
Daps I really loved you
Deep down in my heart you still live
Your memory lives in me
You I will never forget
Bhelekazi be free, and maybe then I too will be
All I need to know is ….
Are you mad at me?
Have you forgiven me?
For missing your funeral
I was never told of your ill health
Only of your death I was told
How I wish you were still alive
So many things we cud have shared
How can you die so early?
When I was just to matriculate
You were a strong and a loving person
Humble and trusting
Will you ever forgive me for missing your funeral?
Of little words you were
Of much love you gave
You’d take me and Zameka
And brag about your two daughters
Though I was just your niece
I love you Bhelekazi
I miss you so-langa
Will you ever forgive me?
For missing your funeral
poem by Nangamso Ndikandika
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Unity Of The Elements
It was a pompous show,
For everyone should know,
The funeral procession
Of a rich man of the town.
Inch by Inch, the funeral cart moved.
Step by step, the mourners walked.
In black costumes, each one was dressed.
Front and back, march passed the crowd.
At the gate of the burning ghat,
The procession came to a halt.
Each one spoke, in praise of the dead
And tears flowed, for what they said.
On the sandalwood bed,
The body was laid,
And his son lit the fire,
That engulfed the funeral pyre.
The dead man's remains,
In the form of ash and bones,
To the sea, were consigned
As a finish, at the end.
At the bottom of the seabed
The bone of a poor man dead
Addressed his bone and said
'Welcome to this silent seabed.'
'The difference, when we were alive
Is no more with us, now let us live,
Not as poor or rich, but as one element,
No hatred feelings to foment.'
From the elements, man comes,
And back to the elements, he goes.
In between arises a low-high status,
That brings a world of differences.
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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How important a woman is!
Visit a funeral where it was of a man.
Visit a funeral where it was of his wife.
Take attendance and count the mourners.
It will tell how important the woman had been.
19.01.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Rich And The Poor
the rich shall enjoy
the long queue of
their funeral march
on the motif of
yellow and
confetti and it
will be on tv for
months, they have
it all: honor, glory
and fame, and luck.
we are the mourners.
pretending to be true.
we are the poor
grass under their suns.
we are always the
worshippers of their
heroes. we are
poor as always and
ever shall be, forever
and ever, amen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Funeral Pen
My Funeral Pen writes for me
All of these words that set me free
The pen that I shared for Mourners to sign
The pen that I wrote to turn back time
The pen that I wrote the Funeral Plans
While Families cried I held their hands
This pen has been held ever so tight
By many seeing darkness yet others seeing light
This pen holds memories dear to my heart
Bringing togetherness
Yet Families torn apart
The Very Thing That Makes You Rich
My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!
Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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I Like The Way
Somewhere inside my evolution
Karmically I seek retribution
Looking for love in physical beauty
Desire is the drug of the bourgeoisie
And now I try to intellectualize
Like a glimmer of good in a bad man's eyes
I am consumed by the flesh haunting me
I know temptation taunts the empty
So pour yourself over me
Until there's nothing left to see, yeah yeah
Because I like the way you move in the dark
I like the tension, the tension and the spark
The decadence of giving into desire
Creates such entropy within
Looking for love in spiritual faces
Blind to the art of fabrication
I'm like a baby sucking mama's milk
Want to drink my fill and then some
Leave me alone
I always thought I was better than this
But temptation tempts the temptee
Pour yourself over me
Until there's nothing left to see, yeah yeah
Oh, because I like the way you move in the dark
And I like the tension, the tension and the spark, oh
Because I like the way you move in the dark, oh
You know I like the tension, the tension and, the tension and the spark, oh
This physicality
Shifting me chemically
Such power over me
It's just desire
I know it's treachery (shifting me chemically)
I know it's just skin deep (such power over me)
I know I should resist
I'm just too tired
Too tired
There's just one thing missing
One thing missing here is
Love
I like the way you move in the dark
I like the tension, the tension and the spark (so pour yourself over me)
You know, I like the way you move in the dark (so pour yourself over me)
You know, I like the tension, the tension and, the tension and the spark
So pour yourself over me
(There's just one thing missing)
(One thing missing)
Until there's nothing left to see
(There's just one thing missing)
(The tension and the spark)
(One thing missing)
(So pour yourself over me)
There's just one thing missing
One thing missing
(So pour yourself over me)
(I like the tension, the tension and the spark)
(There's just one thing missing)
One thing missing here is...
Love
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Your Own Disaster
Just think of this and me
as just a few of many things
to lie around
to clutter up your shelves
And I wish you weren't worth the wait
because there's some thing's
I'd like to say to you...
I don't think that
you know what
you've been missing
Cuz I don't think that
you know what
you've been missing
I dare you to forget
those marks you left
across my neck
from those nights when we were both
found at our best
I could make this obvious,
and in one breath
you could shrug me off
your shoulders...
I don't think that
you know what
you've been missing
Cuz I don't think that
you know what
you've been missing
Hey, lush, have fun
It's the weekend
Hey, lush, have fun
Hey, lush, have fun
It's the weekend
Hey, lush, have fun
I don't think that
you know what
you've been missing
I don't think that
you know what
you've been missing
Just forget me
it's that simple
Just forget me
it's that simple
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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The Unmarked Grave
There are mourners beside an unmarked grave
witness how quietly they all there do behave.
All shedding silent tears for one they’ve lost
perhaps some loved one in this way to accost.
It seems uncertain if anyone about really knows
who is buried there beneath the grass that grows
at this distant lonely place away from all the rest
perhaps it was the deceased person’s last bequest.
There isn’t any indication to say when, where or how the person died
just these mourners that have come here it seems from far and wide
to pay their solemn respects to one for which only they all know
perhaps it’s the least thing to the departed one they now do owe.
The buried person must have left a strong impression in everyone’s mind
and when alive would have been an influence of some remarkable kind.
There’s no real telling just what the circumstances might then have been
but judging from the expression on all their faces one of deep loss is seen.
The flowers brought by all the mourners there
and placed on the ground at their feet where
they formed a cross inside a circle of distinction
to commemorate the passing with a benediction.
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poem by George Krokos
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That's what we're missing. We're missing argument. We're missing debate. We're missing colloquy. We're missing all sorts of things. Instead, we're accepting.
quote by Studs Terkel
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A Tribute To Hope
when hope dies
a cheap funeral is due
the coffin is made of
old mahogany
the flowers are
improvised colored
Japanese paper
cut by ordinary women
of the town
the candles are
recycled
the room is dimly
lighted
with a coconut oil lamp
the mourners
are the very same people
that killed it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ive Been Missing You
Do I know if you are sleeping
Cause you lie so still and warm
Yeh the darness and the silence wrap around me
Dont hear your cries that make me sleep so sound
Maybe Ive been missing you
Oh maybe Ive been missing you
For so long
If one day you said you were happy
I think your spell would be broken for good
Sometimes I pray
If you are unkind to me
Maybe Ill love you more for that
And maybe Ive been missing you
Oh maybe Ive been missing you
For so long
And maybe Ive been missing you
Ive been missing you
For so long yeh yeh
song performed by by Texas
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Ive Been Missing You
Do I know if you are sleeping
Cause you lie so still and warm
Yeh the darness and the silence wrap around me
Dont hear your cries that make me sleep so sound
Maybe Ive been missing you
Oh maybe Ive been missing you
For so long
If one day you said you were happy
I think your spell would be broken for good
Sometimes I pray
If you are unkind to me
Maybe Ill love you more for that
And maybe Ive been missing you
Oh maybe Ive been missing you
For so long
And maybe Ive been missing you
Ive been missing you
For so long yeh yeh
song performed by by Texas
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His Funeral Is Mine
He is just a young man,
With little knowledge of his own future.
Little did he know,
His funeral was coming in days time.
Years have passed him by,
And little did I know,
I fell in love with him,
He fell in love with me.
Little did we both know,
Too little.
I figured out from his unhappiness,
His marriage was the day of his funeral.
I know the right thing to do is to stay away from him,
But he's too charming,
He has me locked in his magic spell,
His funeral has become mine.
As I fall asleep each night,
I remember the minutes in his presence,
As I know he is spending the night
With his wife..
poem by Petra Tawfik
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Don't Forget to Write Your Funeral Plan
Michael Jackson's 'SMILE' played, as the coffin entered everyone stood tall
Mum's poem was read and felt by all
The Mourners were smiling at the photo's of Mum
As the DVD played, no one was glum
Happy pictures were played of Mum's life with a tear
To the tune of the music 'If I Lay Here'
Friends got up for the Eulogy
Wonderful Words spoken of Mum... Now free
Free to move on, to follow a new life
Happy if Dad, finds a new wife
Everyone looked like they were enjoying the moment
In a room full of love; as if Heaven sent
For Mum was so kind and by all adored
Yet sadly the Funeral Conductor looked everso bored
He looked like he had something better to do
This was just a job and he really didn't care just who...
Who had died Or who was grieving
About the life of this person or the world they were leaving
So... Make sure you write.. Your Funeral Plan
It saves pain for the family, A real helping hand
You can choose your Funeral Home, coffin, Cemetery and your music too
It will take away some pain Of losing you
Grave Situation
“The other reason I
Didn’t show up?
Well…”
His eyes turned in,
Towards his soul
“It’s something I
Cannot name”
“Welcome to the court
Of consequences! ”
Her retort was immediate
And bruised
They stared, stunned
By nebulous knowledge
Deep into each other
And the relationship gasped
And died
The funeral never
Happened
No mourners dared
Visit the grave
October,2006
poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson
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Missing You
An hour into my shirt
I'm covered from head to toe
Drilling oil from the bottom
Of the Gulf of Mexico
SUn's on the rise
Sweat rolling black down my face
Work until i cant move
Another back-breaking typical day
Chorus:
I've weathered waterspouts and hurricanes
Hailstorms and driving rain
And missing you
Ive worked through broken drills
And bustedhands
Weeks without seeing dry land
And missing you
I'll work as hard as any man
But until I'm home with you again
The toughest thing out here
That i go through is
Missing you
I lay down on my bed
And stare at the picture of you
Barefoot on the beach
Looking at me the way you do
I fal asleep with your letter in my hands
Dream about you until
That ol' whistle starts screaming again
(repeat chorus)
Ill work as hard as any man
But until im home with you again
The toughest thing out here
That i go through is
Missing you
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Missing You
An hour into my shirt
I'm covered from head to toe
Drilling oil from the bottom
Of the Gulf of Mexico
SUn's on the rise
Sweat rolling black down my face
Work until i cant move
Another back-breaking typical day
Chorus:
I've weathered waterspouts and hurricanes
Hailstorms and driving rain
And missing you
Ive worked through broken drills
And bustedhands
Weeks without seeing dry land
And missing you
I'll work as hard as any man
But until I'm home with you again
The toughest thing out here
That i go through is
Missing you
I lay down on my bed
And stare at the picture of you
Barefoot on the beach
Looking at me the way you do
I fal asleep with your letter in my hands
Dream about you until
That ol' whistle starts screaming again
(repeat chorus)
Ill work as hard as any man
But until im home with you again
The toughest thing out here
That i go through is
Missing you
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Baby, You're A Rich Man
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
Now that you know who you are
What do you want to be?
And have you travelled very far?
Far as the eye can see.
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
How often have you been there?
Often enough to know.
What did you see, when you were there?
Nothing that doesn't show.
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man too.
You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo.
What a thing to do.
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man too.
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
Tuned to a natural e
Happy to be that way.
Now that you've found another key
What are you going to play?
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man too.
You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo.
What a thing to do.
Baby you're a rich man...
song performed by by Beatles
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Missing You
I never knew what I was missing
until I was missing you.
'Cause every minute that you were around
I never felt this blue.
Seems no one else can do for me
all the things you've done.
You took all the scattered pieces of my life
and rolled them into one.
You made me whole. Now all those pieces
have come apart again.
It woke me up and I knew what was wrong
but I didn't know how or when
I could ever stop aching
or stop my heart from breaking
if you'd never come back to me
Don't you know how I'm missing you?
Oh how I'm missing you.
I never realized how empty I'd feel
until you were not here.
'Cause all of my time was filled with you.
I was good when you were near.
I never knew what I was missing,
until I was missing you.
'Cause every minute that you were around
I never felt this blue.
Don't you know that I'm missing you?
Oh how I'm missing you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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