Mud In Your Eye
Words for the living
Were solemnly said,
As each coffin passed
Housing it’s dead,
“It is hard to be born
But easy to die.
So drink-up me hardies,
Here’s mud in your eye.”
The raising of flagons
And the toasting towards wagons
Then on to the graveyard
Counting tears, they do cry.
“It is hard to be born
But easy to die.
”A coin for the potter,”
We all said, with a sigh.”
And as the caskets were lowered
With hardly a sound
Mud In Your Eye
The men in the back
Passed the bottle around.
Their whispers were faint
With respectful overtones
Reciting these words
Over graves and bones.
“It is hard to be born,
But easy to die,
Their time was so fleeting.
Here’s mud in your eye.”
JE Falcon
02-24-2018
The way a community deals with death is often varied. This is just one view that might be worth noting.
