The End.

For i church bells toll.
As I’m lowered down into a six foot cold earthly hole.
All around birds do sing.
A presence of peace to my burial they bring.
On top of me Mother Earth does fill.
In a grave that’s situated in a place they call cemetery hill.
Lived a life of ups and downs.
On my face always smiles and frowns.
But now all that has come to an end.
With my maker all my wrongs i hope i can mend.