He was a good man.
It was generally agreed.
Not the brightest spark you’d find in the tinder box
But he had talents.
(There was a second of silence,
As if the speaker was lost for further comment.)
He was good at turning up.
Very punctual, he was.
Today of all days, he was on time,
Here before most of you.
In life, he was a quiet soul.
Not one to say a lot,
He kept to himself and rarely made any waves.
He was content you might say
With the lot, fate had chosen for him.
So, as we lay him to rest we remember a man
Who wanted to be known as….a man
Who did his best.
His contribution to mankind was more negligible than positive
But of course, where would we be without people such as him.
He knew his role in life was to make the rest of us look competent
And he certainly excelled at that.