ray's attic: the way of the wake

ray's attic: the way of the wake

the way of the wake

Paying the last respects-
No respect!
Eye to eye, you never seen
With the deceased.
Now all hail, all praise, all reminisce
The good times, the laughter.
The great chapter in the book called life,
All read. We take a few minutes!

Silence!
In the heart, the joy,
The peace of the wake,
Awakes the cheer of fresh starts
Without the tick, the tock
Of fear, or even hate!
The new chapter rid of all logs in the eyes.
We love you in the grave.

We lower to the ground,
Some in love, others in hate
And the rest just to spectate!
As the drums get louder,
And the hums overpowered by wails
And tears, some of joy, others of sincere sorrow,
Another part is eagerly awaited!!

Feed the masses,
Their right, their prize for attendance,
For the contribution- none must miss!
Then the tug of war!
Who takes what? When?
And what will be divided?
None in the shoes of the bereaved!
The way of the wake!