how peaceful and sound
where the dead lay to sleep
corpses in the ground
six feet deep

leaving but a stone
with your name and a quote
as you lie alone
in your nicest coat

your life just a mystery
to all the passers by
no idea of your history
who you were or why

they can really only speculate
to imagine who you were
to ponder of your fate
though they’ll never know for sure

wilted flowers left behind
from a friend a month ago
when you were briefly on their mind
and they were feeling low

but soon they forget-
leave you stored in the past
still another sunset
and it won’t be the last