A funeral poem for son

Son, it isn't right that you,
Should have died before your Pa;
Or that you should go to Heaven,
before your loving Ma.

But God knows best,
And He has taken you to be His own;
And now you sit beside Him,
on His gold encrusted throne.

We always thought that we would go,
Before our loving Son;
But you went first, before your life
had really just begun.

And so we mourn what may have been,
The promises denied.
We never will forget the
Fateful day that our Son died.

We'll celebrate your birthdays,
Although you won't be there;
And we'll mourn the passing years,
As we see your empty chair.

And one day, Son, you'll meet again,
Your loving Ma and Pa;
And we'll be united,
On that shinning heavenly star.

But till then we'll remember,
Each empty passing year;
How you brought joy and happiness,
And laughter, and a tear.

You made our lives complete,
And they're empty now you've gone.
But we never will forget you,
Our ever loving Son.

© 2010 Dick Underwood

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Funeral Poems : The Thousandth Man

Funeral poem for a father, husband, funeral poem for a man.

It celebrates the life of a man who is one in a thousand.

Funeral Poem : The Thousandth Man

One man in a thousand, Solomon says will
stick more close than a brother.
And it's worth seeking him all your days,
if you find him before the other.
Nine hundred and ninety nine depend
on what the world sees in you.
But the thousandth man will stand your friend
with the whole world against you.

'Tis not promise nor prayer nor show
will settle the finding for thee.
Nine hundred and ninety nine of them go
by your looks, or your acts or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him,
the rest of the world doesn't matter.
For the thousandth man will sink or swim
with you in any water.

It's you can use his purse with no more talk,
than he use his yours for his spendings,
and laugh and meet in your daily walk
as though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety nine of them call
for silver and gold in their dealings,
but the thousandth man he's worth them all
because you can show him your feelings.

His wrong's your wrong, and his rights your right,
with that for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety nine can't bide
the shame or mocking or laughter.
But the thousandth man will stand by your side
to the gallows foot and after.

Rudyard Kipling

Funeral Poems : The Thousandth Man

Funeral poem for a dad or a man.