The Tombstone

Dear people, the tombstone does say Whenever you might pass by one, Please look at me and read me today Before, you decide to move on. The tombstone stands in the graveyard All alone and sadly neglected, The name and the date is old and marred Many years ago, it was first erected. It reaches out when people passes by But, no one pays any attention anymore, It remembers the person who did die It was born, when life had shut their door. The tombstone is made of polished stone A beauty for the eyes to see, We though are made of flesh and bone That is how God created both you and me. When we die we are buried deep The tombstone tells family and friends where we rest, Then for us our loved ones know where to weep And where we had ended our earthly quest. Do you wonder how I lived and how I loved Or the pain that I experienced and that I knew, Or how I received or did I pushed and shoved Maybe even what I dreamed of, or did do. Maybe someday someone might find this spot And maybe they'll come to pay their last respects, Maybe then they'll look upon this tiny lot Maybe they might even wonder about an ex. The standing tombstone shows a name And it tells when I was born and when I died, It doesn't show my worries or the blame Or who for me, at once cried. The tombstone does read Please look at me when you walk on past, I was erected here to show and greet And to remember, nothing does forever last. Randy L. McClave