A Crypt's Soliloquy

I voyaged to the land of dead And was gifted lasting peace, Felt at home in a treasured yard With tranquility on lease. I now fathom life's ironies And its prankish mystic touch, Had I known this secret before My life would have not been such. Learnt not the art to love and share But know it now that am dead, Guess it would have been easier If I lived backwards instead. But now that I discern the truth I would like to share it too, The problem is men hear me not In their worldly rendezvous. I wonder why we act like herds And behave like we are slaves? Stay imprisoned in vanities Until set free in our graves. ***********