The Premature Burial
He was a man of mighty words
He was loved throughout the town!
He preached to the needy herds
When in their sorrows they drowned
He was a man of many years
But his soul was so young!
Yet he could not help but fear
That his time here on earth was about done
He was a man in fast decline
His physical essence was about gone!
The crowds waited in line
To declare their “so longs”
He was a man now passed on
For his body was so cold!
Yet his soul stayed strong
And never left its mold
He was a man now entombed
For the grief was so strong!
There was a feeling of disquietude
As he was lowered under the lawn
He was a man who was now resting
In such a pleasant peace!
The people put forth their blessings
To the disappointment of his soul, for it was not yet deceased!
He was a man all alone
Now all alone in the ground!
Yet unfeasibly he uttered a moan
While his eyes looked around
He was a man now alive
Brought back from the dead!
Hi soul had survived
Helping to keep his heart fresh
He was a man stricken with luck
Yet in unison with misfortune!
For he was now forever stuck
In a box of retention!
He was a man now hoping to be saved
But he had to come to terms!
His future had fatefully been paved
For death was quickly approaching with yearn!
©Russell Lehmann 2014