Always The Same; It Seems To Me

Always The Same; It Seems To Me

Always the same; it seems to me

When anybody has to mourn

The passing of the loved one, we

Remember, we were also born;

And seeing that we’ve all to go

To meet our Maker on the day,

Regarding mourners we all owe

Respect for who is passed away.

It’s hard to separate those two

From one another in a house,

As mourning is what people do

For having mercies to arouse;

And even though life will go on

As it has always done before—

We pause, recalling who is gone,

And that they won’t be anymore.