It was just another funeral for people that he knew
They said and did the usual things that current friends will do.
With sombre face and words so kind, how could they ever know
Of the lives we lived and hardships shared in days so long ago.

With flag laid on his coffin and medals gleaming bright
The sadness comes so quietly like shadows in the night.
The Pasteur reads the scriptures, the words are soft and dear
The Ode is read, we stand erect, it’s spoken loud and clear.

The curtain draws across the crypt, the coffin out of sight
The friends disperse off to the wake until the early night.
It was just another funeral for soldier (57xxxx9) number 9
But in our hearts we hold him close for he was mine and thine.

(Alex_E)