Just a man.
And who will leave a red rose on my gravestone ?
And who will leave a Black one there instead ?
Which of you will think of me with fondness?
And who will be happy that I am dead?
Who will come to visit in the winter?
And recall the summer of our days
Who will wipe the cobwebs from my tombstone?
Who will shed a tear upon my grave?
Some of you will say I made you happy.
Others will regret the time we had.
You’ll never understand that life’s a lesson.
And that I never meant to make life bad.
I’m sure that some will talk about my failings
You’ll be the judge and jury of my crimes.
But life must be considered in perspective.
Our actions can seem righteous at the time.
And who will sit and recall all the good times?
And say it was a pleasure to have known.
A man who truly lived. A man who truly loved.
A man who is now finally at home.
I don’t regret my life with any one of you.
Because you were the bedrock of my time.
Together we shared the good times and the bad,
And parted at the ending of the line.
Often within sorrow there’s a lesson.
Something that we carry deep inside.
Sometimes we go on to fight a battle.
Other times it’s best to run and hide.
And now it’s time to thank the congregation.
For coming here to view my final rest.
I hope you’ll understand that I was just a simple man.
And for all of you I tried my very best.