Grave Poem by William Williams
Grave
Nothing compares to the grave,
Embraced forever by the dirt,
When all have left you,
There is still the earth,
And once you are gone,
People forget your name,
The earth still saves you,
From all the pain.
A private bunker,
Six feet below,
Darkness and peace,
Is all it knows.
And when you've decayed,
And are lost in bliss,
You become the dirt,
And won't be missed.
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