"One Small Stone, Unforgotten"

You spend your days on earth making history -
making your presence felt, or making others happy...
but when you leave this world, you bring with you nothing -
save the tears and memory, that you leave behind...

You are reduced to a tiny plot of land -
just enough to lie down, to take your long needed rest...
and you are reduced to a name etched on one small stone -
and this, the last wish: may you Rest In Peace...

And that one small stone is sometimes left in the wild, forgotten -
for weeds and reeds and mosses and lichen to grow - long forgotten...
but if you had lived your life selflessly, a life for others -
then yours will be the few lucky stones, left unforgotten...

For someone would be there with fresh flowers, come Saturday morn -
to talk to you with love, or sing a love song or two - your favourites...
and you'll have a friend, stepped down from the plane, who comes to chat -
and pat your one small stone, which is all you have, unforgotten...

And you'll know that you are well-missed and well-loved -
and would be well-remembered, for a long, long time to come...