by David Solie
Even when things are going your way,
Words don’t come easy on funeral day.
Mourners turn up with guarded belief,
Awaiting your words of pain and grief.
But others arrive with their heart amiss,
Suffering and grudges topping their list.
Things in the room are not what they seem,
As secrets are leaked in darker themes.
Most of us wander with both lives in tow,
A brain full of stuff that others don’t know.
For better or worse it will all be replayed,
Whatever the version, whatever you say.