You lay in your casket of glass,
The sun plays on your deep set eyes,
A knowing glow, shines through your embalmed skin,
Before embarking on your eternal voyage,
The one into the unknown,
You lay there silent,
Motionless expression free,
Not a soul can hear you moan.
You poor cold soul,
Tucked up in eternal sleep,
Beside the funeral mall.
All who knew them love and miss them!
(C) Livvi