Headstone leaves a message
beyond the grave to cast
a cold eye on life marks
Our time as short long days
at work for low wages
until retirement death
Retire with what money
nothing in our savings
accounts except cobwebs
Strange how we live waiting
for our luck to change but
no one notes the skylarks
Entertaining warnings
to wake early sing songs
to celebrate each day
Mentally we took note
of the obscure speech acts
rituals deep with breath
Answered with dire warnings
of our own to destroy
the planet from Zagreb
No one heard the poet
command cast a cold eye
on life on death horseman
Pass by above his grave
these words etched in limestone
live on in verse to say
Ask not whether to live
or die whether this life
or the next has meaning
Search your conscience to see
whether your soul is free
whether within you're clear
Sighted or not to know
the difference between right
and wrong with time being
Borrowed from the horseman
who draws the hearse behind
with corpse upon the bier
Young or old matters not
to the coffin-maker
who measures each lifespan
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