The Grand Finale Poem by Robert Page

The trumpet sounds its final sound,
The coffin lowered 'neath the ground,
The feel of sadness all around,
This is your grand finale.

Never more to walk beside us,
Never more to see the tall grass,
Never more to live among us,
This is your grand finale.

Now your soul has left its berth,
Now you're remembered since your birth,
Now you've gone to heaven, leaving earth,
This is your grand finale.

We now remember your long life,
We saw you balanced on a knife,
We saw you Walk into the light,
This is your grand finale.