I stood beside the grave of a good man
And listened to the bugle’s cry.
Here was a noble life
Full of years and many friends,
And here we laid his body down.
But not to sleep.
The part of him that lived
This is not a passing,
But a change.
There was no falling asleep,
But a final awaking.
Not a stumble,
But a swift step to Glory.
In memory of Charlie Mathews (1922-2014)