Death Poem by James Mazalic

When we die
they lay us deep
friends and family
come to weep
they mourn our loss
our memories keep
deny we’re dead
we only sleep

After a while
they stay away
seldom visit
day by day
our only tears
the morning due
our memories live
with very few

Eventually the few
they also die
others come
they weep and cry
they glance our way
and wonder too
who we were
as strangers do

We come, we live,
we also die
It does no good
to wonder why