His story had been
written on the casket walls much,
like a sarcophagus.
His story scratched on the walls.
A story that some say took
a lifetime, but passed by,
more like short, years.
Those years, where you felt
most like, life! alive!
thrust into your own fate.
With faith, optimism,
courage and resolve. The journey
of men is far and wide.
And knowing his story
had been passed.
Told by those who read it,
from his casket scratched on the wall.
To be read for an eternity
and taught the journey of a man
from one life to the next…
it is as they say
“This story has been told”…