He was smiling, finally;
All the audience are chanting:
"I love you; We
Are always here, waiting!"

He finally saw roses,
Petunias, Lilies, Tulips---
All the flowers he loved; more or less,
All for him; for a smile on his lips.

The audience wept, and wept,
And repetitively chanted the
Roaring feelings they kept;
As they kiss the glass, above his head.

Sadly, he couldn't hear
What he had wanted to hear
When he was not in a coffin;
When it was not too late.