Shunned At A Funeral - The Poor Man's Funeral

She sat alone in the second room
Hands folded tight, head hanging low
Polished wood and borrowed flowers
Ticking clocks and wasted hours
There he was in borrowed
Suit too big upon his chest, and all she saw were empty days, dreams
Deferred in quieter ways
You preached your whole life to half a
Room, same cracked pews, same
Borrowed tomb.