Never pass by graveyards,
Without a rememberance,
Or a short prayer,
As we shall join them,
To lie in soft sleep,
Sooner or later,
For those,
Who lay there,
Deceased,
As their time hath ended,
Awaiting the Day of Judgement,
To arise all together,
The inevitable always happens,
I wonder always,
What lays beneath the soil,
Bones and skeletons,
As fleshy remains disappear,
Becoming food for worms,
And the soul's whereabouts,
Are still unknown,
As every soul shall taste,
The very transition,
Of death.