I wrote this poem about three years ago. I thought I would share it with everyone. I actually won an award for it(not to be concieted or anything).

The Wailing of the Pipes:

When they lay the casket down;
& your knees feel weak;
& your legs tremble;
as the cold January wind rips through your coat;
as the tears roll down your cheek;
as your heart breaks;
what is it that keeps you standing;
that holds you up;
It is the wailing of the pipes;
the pipes pierce your entire being;
your whole body hangs on to every note;
there are no thoughts, only memories;
memories of times gone by;
& the wailing, the wailing of the pipes.