Now's cut the brittle thread of life,
the scythe its havoc wrought.
Behold the mortal coil of man,
to graveside circle brought.
Where mourning friends assembled
shed a sympathetic tear
o'r the grave a spade has opened,
their hearts devoid of cheer.
O kith and kin bereaved behold
mortality in repose.
Such is your own approaching fate.
Dismiss your present woes.
Fix your eyes upon this scene.
Thy Creator remember now.
In your fleeting days of youth,
before Him humbly bow.
For too few and trouble filled
are your own appointed days.
Waste not a precious moment.
Make sure your life displays
the higher thoughts, the nobler deeds,
the love within your heart.
And like our brother honored here,
in peace, this world depart.
David R. Ellis, PM
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