There is no tomorrow like today,
but what of yesterday,
did it suit you,
following the sad news,
and what of the words they said,
today,
was it with a lightness of touch,
sprinkled over the flowers,
upon the coffin in the grave,
and as the vicar held the service,
and the Earth was cast away,
did you remember them,
in the best of times,
did you remember them,
in the best of ways,
did you remember them with a laugh and a grin,
and a happy face,
and of the music that they used to play,
do you remember it well?
And did you dance with them, upon a boat,
upon the ocean waves,
and did you recall,
recall, what they used to say,
do you recall what they used to wear,
and of their aftershave,
and of how they did their hair,
and of the jokes that they used to tell,
oh, do, pray tell,
and, as the vicar finishes his speech,
and the pall bearers solemnly walk away,
to the ringing of the church bells,
the vicar asks us,
what of your favourite experiences,
and the smiles return as you remember well.
