He was dressed in a beautiful dark suit
His hair combed neatly not one was out of place
He laid there so peaceful
A gentle old soul
No music was played
No service was held
No religion can lead him to his journey's end
He believed in the universe and there he will be
The few people who knew him
That's what he wanted
A full life was lived
But no one appeared
A mystery to all he seemed to be
Honesty, truthfulness
Humility and peace
No one knew him, so one appeared