No Passing Parade

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No Passing Parade

By Paul McCann

He was a good man they said

and just like that he was dead .

Into a coffin he went ,

then to his grave he was sent    

A cold morning you could say

when the hearse took him away  .

No one noticed him pass by,

Gone in the blink of an eye .

Funerals during COVID   

It was like everyone had hid

Such a sad calamity ,

buried with no family .

Pandemically left alone ,

families had to stay home .

Nobody to gather there

With no final words to share .

By the graveside no one stood ,

except for the few who could ,

Restricted to four  because

of the pandemic that was .    

Pity for all those who died

Pity for those who all cried

Pity the man with a spade .

There was no passing parade .

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