Fare Thee Well

What is a name,
With
Nothing to show
But age,
A birth
For a death
Hold on
Holding in final breath,
What was time,
Spent
And not saved
Moving on
Over bodies paved,
Stealing looks
Just
A glance
Giving up
No second chance.
Taken,
Every bit
From the offering hand,
Only excuses
Given
Then to return said gifts and be a man.
Stripped possessions
Torn naked again
Souls seek coverage
In cleanly dirt,
Open embrace
Death stings a palid expired face
New life now alert
Collections return
Tired children to the bosom
Of mother earth.