What is it a show of
The roses on the casket laid
Just wait their sweetness there
The dead can’t tell what roses mean
Nor can they see or care
The love expressed,the eulogy,
Cant penetrate the grave….
The anguish and tears poured out
All come too late to save…
So love,let us be kind and true
To one another now.
This life we take for granted here,
Fades soon,we know not how.
Have a productive week,
Don’t fold ya hands and remain weak
Be strong and remain meek
Control and lessen the words yu speak
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