funeral for an average guy /for Bill R.
a good man died but not soon forgot
he will be remembered more for the things he was not
and in the end perhaps that’s the way it’s supposed to be
just regular people who do regular things are becoming a novelty
he wasn’t loud, wasn’t pushy with his views, minded his own business
and sometimes shined his shoes
went to work everyday and worked some on the side
providing for his family and went to church and tithed
maybe when i think about it he was a novelty after all
because he kept his word and did the best that he could
so if i remember Bill for everything he was not
an image comes to mind, of a man who accomplished a lot
thanks Bill, average turns out to be so much more than i thought
There’s a sweetness, nobility, and meaning to this that in former periods of my life I could not have seen or heard–in people or poetry. I like the rhymes, too. An echo to the sense.