The Grave

In memory of love
His ending is told
The life of a man
Dead, by winter's cold

In the lives of most men
He lived quite long
But the ways of his life
Have long since gone

His home is lost
His family dead
His gravestone old
Can barely be read

No one remembers him
None sing his song
No one prays for him
His memory is gone

Who shall visit his grave
Who will weep or care
For his tombstone lies broken
His name no longer there