Those who are gone
Speeches won't be made today
Clocks will carry on
Flowers won't be left in parks
Work will still be done
People won't be dressed in black
Babies will be born
No flags will fly
The sun will rise
But we will know
That you are gone
(I think that is a lovely, and sad, piece of trochaic poetry, and also a very good film clip. I like film clips that tell a story.)