Funeral Poems : To the Man of Honour
Bowed tears of honour cried to the sorrow of my lonely soul.
Mourners gather to unit the binding power that kept you happy on earth, but miserable in depths that went untold.
Cried eyes that hath seen better days like when you walked through a door screaming love to the family.
Rumours of a happy man that will forever be missed, but not frowned upon no matter the decisions you made in life.
Yes, we will miss you, but we will not grieve and cry like torn Angels.
We will celebrate because we know you are in a better place and your looking down at us as we gone on through life without.
We might think we can't make it, but we will because we know that you would want us to be just as strong as you were.
So, to the man that was my uncle, my life, my friend, and my greatest advisor, I solute you with great honour.
You lived a happy life and I am proud to say that you are part of me and my family.
No more tears and heart ache from the pain that I feel inside. No more sorrow. No more feeling sorry and terrible.
To you, a good man, friend ,and family man, again I salute you
to the great clouds and skies that await for us
to once again be reunited with you.
We salute to you........THE MAN OF HONOUR.
We love you and no matter what, will always miss you.