Out there in that tranquil grave
I saw Death, very lonely.
Hesitantly, I drew near him
"Why so sad?" I asked.
"People offered you beauteous flowers,
Lit you a lot of scented candles,
Meditated you long prayers,
You're supposed to rest in peace."
He looked at me and replied,
"Not of worth at all.
I never felt nor saw they've done.
I was all alone
When I was still alive."
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
Out there in that tranquil grave
I saw Death, very lonely.
Hesitantly, I drew near him
"Why so sad?" I asked.
"People offered you beauteous flowers,
Lit you a lot of scented candles,
Meditated you long prayers,
You're supposed to rest in peace."
He looked at me and replied,
"Not of worth at all.
I never felt nor saw they've done.
I was all alone
When I was still alive."
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