The Loss of a Son

The man cried at the all-black parade
Mourning the life that they had made
At the son of his deep in the ground
For the laughter he loved shall never again sound.

So he returned home, his nest so bare
With no more love for him to share.
He sat in his room, dark as the night
And in his life, he found no light.

The rope swung high and his body so low
The pain that he felt, no one will know
With the sounds of the birds, the whole world arose
In the light, the harsh truth glows.

But the man, alas, did not rise that day
"He lived a good life", No one will say.
But deep in the ground those three lie,
Man, wife, and son shall never again cry.