The doors to the chapel were draped in black

Turned down low were all the amber lights

Sweet soft music now being played

Final resting place in this lovely glade

A bucolic setting fit for queen and kings

Yet today a lonely pauper was being laid

Laid to rest in this chapel’s bright garden

Amongst the famous writers and poets like the Bard

A pauper whose only claim to fame

Was that he had been a true and honest man

A simple example of what God had intended

When He likened us to his humble son

Goodness and mercy followed this pauper man

A shining example that we all can understand

The Golden Rule was his beacon of light

And helping others to see what is right

The glory and heavens

Waiting for the pauper man