Funerals can truly be augmented by a poem that is apt and fitting for the person you have just lost. The following list of funeral poems about shopping are perfect for those who loved a bit of retail therapy and the thrill it can often bring.
Shop ‘Til You Drop
by Mark Gregory
Shop till you drop, they always say,
It’s shopping time, so don’t delay!
But when you reach your last checkout line,
You’ll wish you hadn’t spent your very last dime.
The thrill of the hunt, the joy of the find,
Is all so exciting, it boggles the mind.
The sales and the bargains, the shoes and the clothes,
Shopping is paradise, everyone knows.
But at the end of it all, what’s it all for?
Is it really worth it, to buy one item more?
For when we depart from this world down below,
It won’t matter one bit how much stuff that we own.
So shop till you drop, if that’s what you choose,
But remember what matters, and don’t get the blues.
For life is too short to be spent in a store;
It’s the love and the laughter that we should adore.
So cherish your moments, with loved ones so dear,
For those are the memories that will bring you good cheer.
And when all’s said and done, and your shopping is through,
You might find true happiness was right in front of you.
It’s not in the bags or the shoes or the bling,
It’s the love and the laughter that make your heart sing.
So shop till you drop, but don’t lose your way,
Remember what truly matters at the end of the day.
Sunday Shopping
by George A. Scarborough
Not for me today the vox angelica
Nor the vox humana. The telephone is dead.
Through the door I can see his coat
Lying as he left it on the other bed.
Ordinary cloth shabby with wear,
Out at the elbow, long out of style,
From the way it gathers itself, plainly
It has been his for quite awhile.
Just when it was he held the heathered tweed
Up to himself for simple suit and size
And turned to me for my assessment,
A lurking smile in his hazel eyes.
I cannot tell: but it was long ago.
We went home from the store together,
Dazzling and dawdling our way through
High bluffs of blue September weather.
Sunday become our day – great, soft music,
Bantering talk and laughter – the more
Made so because we said love lasted.
He never left his coat with me before.
Not for me today the vox angelica
Nor the vox humana. On the other bed
The frayed coat lies. Spring hawks fret
Above the Sabbath mountain. The telephone is deaad.
That’s Life
by Helen Steiner Rice
A little laughter, a little song,
A little teardrop
When things go wrong,
A little calm
And a little strife,
A little loving–
And that is life.
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