It was a solemn affair
Everyone who’d ever known him
Some even liked him a little
Had just come to make sure
He was dead.
Amongst these folk a little arm
To hold a grown-ups hand
His eyes squeezed tight, so tight
Lest he cry
To him at least he’d been
To this young boy the man had been
Criminal in life the man had left behind
Only time would tell if that would
Remain the case.