#359 I Scan The Room Poem by Jimmie Arrington

I scan the room, from face to face,
I find both smiles and tears.
In the corner two people embrace
And discuss the past few years.
Meanwhile, I scan the room,
I watch the sorrow and gloom.

I survey the room, front to back,
Everyone's in their Sunday's best.
Most everyone is dressed in black,
Alas, the occasion can be guessed.
Meanwhile, I survey the room,
The centered casket is abloom.

I study the room, from bottom to top,
Family and friends pay last respects.
Outside the rain begins to drop,
Inside I wonder who is next.
Meanwhile, I study the room,
Wondering, “Who’ll next enter the tomb? ”