Wooden Box

The sun rises as night turns into day,

the morning dew glistens

on the freshly dug clay

where your body was placed yesterday

in a wooden box

for you to eternally to lay.

Tears were shed and alcohol drank

stories were told

but now my mind is blank.

All I can think of is

I will never see you again and the pain

and sorrow that it contains.

Kneeling beside this mound of earth

that is your grave

I say a prayer for your soul

in the hope it will be saved.

But at this moment I find it hard to believe

that anyone can hear me

and that wooden box will be opened

to let your spirit fly free.

american back view burial cemetery
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