He brought the shears
To trim the weeds growing on the grave
I brought the tears
They flooded out with nothing left to save
New flowers placed on top
Inscriptions cleaned up, now easily read
All the weeds finally cropped
Now we pay our respects to the dead
An aging aunt; we barely knew
Always in the background as we grew
Mother dragged us by bus every Sunday to
Mother being the only one feeling blue
But now we go on Sunday’s too
To leave fresh flowers for our love ones there
Because mother’s in the grave with aunty sue
We go, not because we care
Aunty Sue left mother a huge fortune
Mother died left the money to both of us
The sound of jingling coins playing our tune
We go home in a roller to hell with the bus
Next Sunday I’ll bring the shears
To trim the weeds growing on the grave
He’ll will bring the tears
Because he is one of the tear shedding brave
We barely knew mother’s sister Sue
But we think she was just a honey
Missing her is something we just won’t do
But we will enjoy spending her money
Michael Micmac Mccrory
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/having-money-is-good-for-the-soul/
