The Last To Leave Poem by Chris Embrick

The last to leave, no words were said
Quietly looking straight ahead
Few came today red-eyed bereaved
Warm hearts were hidden on this eve
Solemn respect feigned for the dead

He arrived with a sense of dread
The hate replaced with love instead
His secret kept beneath his sleeve
The last to leave

Under his hat his looks well bred
A lonely man who never wed
Abandoned when he was conceived
The death bed letter he received
This day his tears, the only shed
the last to leave.