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Rowan’s Fall

Now the people gather in a large mass
With Rowan in a pine box as they pass
Laying down a rose on the lid they cry
When the towers fell there was no good-bye
His hair as black as a raven’s feather
Extra baggage was his only tether
The casket was made to fit his tall frame
He’ll still be remembered all the same
Even in death his job was not yet done
The package he carried was just a pun
He would gladly take ever persons call
As reliable as a well built wall
At the wrong place at the wrong time he fell
Days that where numbered they rang like a bell
Now to the grave yard they went slow as death
Rowan was on the sway like the winds breath
His eyes opened then the confusion hit
With a start, he tried to rise a little bit
Surrounded in darkness he saw a light
And with a gasp he tried so hard to fight
Then came the sound of familiar voices
The family he left had no more choices
They laid him in the ground forever more
The cold creped in thru the clothes he now wore
With a plea he tried to reach his family
But they just regarded him very sadly
For now in the ground he is laid to rest
An honest man he was others can’t detest
Though confused and lost his spirit is bound
For eternity he’ll be in the ground