Across the Ocean and other poems

The Mourner

As I walked around a corner

I came upon a mourner

completely dressed in black

He looked at me in fright

like he would faint just at the sight

or even have himself a heart attack

He looked familiar to me

this I could plainly see

yet I couldn't seem to come up with a name

He opened his mouth to speak

then closed it looking weak

seems he had been struck quite lame

I said "To a service you have been

that's really such a sin

please tell me was it someone that I know?"

He slowly nodded his head

in his eyes I could see dread

I thought maybe he is a little slow

I pleaded "Please tell me friend

 who has met their end

who's funeral has just run it's course?"

He looked into my eyes

and to my horrified surprise

he answered in one word........

"Yours"