Vanity

Beside marble fancied grave stones You waste your time Snoring on your bed was the best usage Rather than for charity you spend on flowers To lavish on empty graves Soliloquizing, longing to be heard or felt Kneeling before nothing, shedding tears Oh so unfortunate it is all vanity How can you be so fooled? Regarding your stature If the dead can hear, why bury them Why do they lay still, could they be acting? Dead memories are imaginary, not real, so can’t be cherished Stand up and go home Their you’ll find bunches of living memories you wont have to cry but smile.