A poem that was stuck in my head in the early hours at a jazz and blues club a few moons ago... 

 

Funeral for a friend

Sunshine breaking through the trees

Honeysuckle blowing on the breeze

Clouds painting perfect pictures on the sky

Why?

All my sorrow explained through tears

Scared at facing the future lost years

Watching a solitary magpie fly by

Why?

Part of my life torn away from me

Hoping time might one day hold the key

But I'm here to say my last goodbye

Why?