TALL TALES

He lay there,
six feet under and cold,
in a casket worth more than he could ever be,
on his headstone loving sentiments he's never known,
words he's never felt
and those attending could never know him,
just cold under and alone.

All chances at forgiveness have left him,
now only a waiting claims him,
a waiting to live,
surely now they would understand him,
surely now they...