What did you do, as the tears ran down their face,

did you walk endlessly around the maze,

or did you warp in the pain?

perhaps you ignored it in vain.

what did you do?

as he lay in the big brown box,

with his heartbeat as if on locks,

and everyone cradled without hopes,

just the sound of mopes.

The good memories were a fuzz,

your father that's who he was,

perhaps you should cry just because,

or not, he did have his flaws.

what did you do?

(i dont usually write poetry)