Sample verses for funerals

That Man Is a Success

That man is a success
who has lived well,
laughed often and loved much;
who has gained the respect of intelligent men and women
and the love of children;
who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
who leaves the world better than he found it,
who has never lacked appreciation of Earth’s beauty
or failed to express it;
who looked for the best in others,
and gave the best he had.


She sought her native land again;
The swallow takes its ragged flight.
We went together day and night
Till parting drew her from my sight,
And tears fell down like rain.
She went her native land to seek,
Now up, now down the swallow flies.
And oh! the last of tender ties,
The form that fades from aching eyes,
And tears come coursing down my cheek.
Around, around, the swallows dart.
She went into her far country,
And when I vainly sought to see
The empty landscape mocked at me,
And great grief settled on my heart


The hurt is almost unbearable –
Yet we will live through it.
It is because we now feel such deep pain,
It is because the inner ache is so great,
That we realise how much we loved her.
And yet the agony inside
Gives us a strange comfort.
It tells us how much We loved her.
We really would not want to feel other way –
Because the grief and heartache we feel
bears witness to the depth of our love.

Rich and Poor

The rich and the poor listen to the voice of death;
the learned and the unlearned listen;
the proud and the humble listen;
the honest and the deceitful listen;
the old and the young listen.
But when death speaks to us,
what does it say?
Death does not speak about itself.
It does not say ‘Fear me”’.
It does not say, ‘Wonder at me’.
It does not say, ‘Understand me’.
But it says to us, ‘Think of life; Think of the privilege of life;
Think how great a thing life may be made.

You’re Gone

The time has come and now we part,
Thoughts of you so close to my heart,
The loss is like a burning pain,
I would give it all, to see you again.

But no, you’re gone. In time I know
The pain will fade away,
The thoughts and memories will still be there,
In my heart you’ll always stay.

Janice G. Jenkin

The Measure Of A Man

Not ‘How did he die?’ but ‘How did he live?’
Not ‘What did he gain?’ but ‘What did he give?’
These are the units of a man, as a man,
To measure the worth, regardless of birth.
Not ‘What was his station?’ but ‘Had he a heart?’
And ‘How did he play his own special part?’
‘Was he ever ready, with a word of good cheer
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?’
Not ‘What was his church?’ Nor ‘What was his creed?’
But ‘Had he defended those really in need?’
Not ‘What did the sketch in the newspaper say?’
But ‘How many were sorry when he passed away?’

The Day You Left

With tears we saw you suffer,
As we watched you fade away,
Our hearts were almost broken,
As you fought so hard to stay.
We knew you had to leave us,
But you never went alone,
For part of us went with you
The day you left your home.

One at Rest

Think of me as one at rest,
for me you should not weep,
I have no pain, no troubled thoughts,
for I am just asleep.
The living thinking me that was, is
now forever still. And life goes on without me
as time forever will.
If your heart is heavy now
because I’ve gone away,
Dwell not long upon it, friend,
for none of us can stay
Those of you who liked me
I sincerely thank you all,
And those of you who loved me
I thank you most of all.
The answer to life’s riddle in life
I never knew,
I go with hope that now I will,
and even so will you.
Oh, foolish, foolish me that was,
I who was so small,
To have wondered, even worried,
at the mystery of it all.
And in my fleeting lifespan
as time went rushing by,
I found some time to hesitate,
to laugh, to love, to cry.
Matters it now if time began,
if time will ever cease?
I was here, I used it all,
and now I am at peace

I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlit-ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die.