He stood in the darkness of the graveyard,waiting for his  time to come.
The cold night winds pierced his fragile skin burning as fire, such searing pain.
Time crept by so slowly.
He huddled his soul into his carpet bag, trying to keep life's warmth retained!
A travel bag packed with memorabilia from days well spent, was all that remained!
Daylight dawned.
Cheery bird song applauded his  over night efforts, now he was descending!
He was not gloomy, relief was upon him!
Morning had come at last!
Hid behind the stones ,the past laid markers.
He looked around, surveying the situation!
The widow woman, tears streaming stood beside the vacant hole.
She wandered vacantly into to the house of those holy, supported by those who cared !
Held upon strong shoulders high, he peered up into the sky.
It was his turn, his time had come.
No longer wandering through God's acre,
Casket lowered, six feet or more.
A single red rose did descend upon him.
He had known all along she'd be there.
Until death delivered him.
Escaped from cruel Mother Earth's Evils!
Rest in peace my friend!