Ye stand erect or lay supine,
Worldly barrier to Heaven or Hell.
In hopes a life you lived sublime,
“Til the gates of pearl cannot we tell.
~~
Simple truth or solemn quote,
With chisel and hammer etched in stone.
A life as full and wholesome promote,
In passing ye set the living tone.
~~
In years to come when pall has passed,
A testament be left to remain.
Symbol of a life lived to outlast,
What flesh and bone cannot sustain.
~~
Though grass may grow to overgrown ,
And the marble be weathered and worn.
For a time to come the living will know,
When you died and when you were born.
~~
In this, ev’n the humble may gain solace,
Great riches nor fame are of import.
Most human of rituals must surely befall us,
Whence this stone stands in tribute and retort.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Perfect. Simply perfect.
I want to read this aloud. It’s gorgeous!
Thank you very much. This one took me longer than most and still i wasn’t sure about the phrasing. It is very nice to hear that you liked it, that is reassuring. :)
I like the part about how riches or fame is not important in the end. Fantastic poem!
Thank you so much for the really nice comment, I appreciate it.