The Unpainted Tomb Poem by Robert Roberts

It laid in the midst of the cemetery
beneath the big gloom tree
leaves withered and dry
cased aside, I wondered why
unpainted with no statement, no here lies
the faceless tomb, not a wife, nor a groom
no tears, no weary eyes
like a bat in the day they all stared blind
no family, no love
unpainted, with no name, no face
no statement of happiness or grace
no one to bare their sorrows
no one to grasp their pain
just a body in a room.

I guess they feel cold when the sun's out
and worst when the bell shouts
to see the gathering they didn't have
left all alone, with no one to mourn.