JaxGuy's blog: "Just some of my poetry"

So vibrant and young but frail

Oh to sip from the Holy Grail

So full of life and much cheer

She never shed a single tear

Now lying in her casket bed

Preacher recounting the life she led

A young boy too sad to hear

The young boy never shed a tear

But now old with much gray hair

He sits in the tombstone's chair

His first visit in all these years

Wishing he could shed one lone tear