A cemetery is more than a resting place for bones
Or where at last silence comes
To quiet the ravages of time
Upon a body past its prime.
It’s a place for celebration
Where ends this bit of Nature’s creation
Doing what could be done
To address the trials faced by this one.
Placed here on earth as was intended
To enjoy life, never ended
But somehow problems always seemed to be
Greater than could be solved by him (or she) .
So at the cemetery where the funeral ends
Life goes on, for both enemies and friends.
Both groups can call it a celebration
For they have buried one who in summation
Represented what was of good heart and mind
Who loved and respected his fellow kind.
So lift up your glass and cheer
For this is the passing of one so dear
That while dirt the remains do cover,
His (or her) presence remains with us for ever.
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