One Man's Life and Thoughts

SING ONE SONG FOR ME
Now it was just a simple casket made of pine and iron nails,
Without a trace of carving or any polished brass for rails.
It was assembled from a broken box splintered from abuse,
Yet it had a simple beauty despite the way it had been used.
It was placed before the altar on a stand of polished stone,
A simple casket made of pine for a loved ones fi nal home.
Only present there was silence not a choir was there to sing,
Not one voice to sing his praises not a single human being.
I cannot forget my sadness when they took the casket down,
And placed it in a six foot hole beneath the cold, cold ground.
Not one voice had sung his praises not a soul was there to see,
And I wondered at my passing who would sing a song for me.
Charles T. Johnson
9/20/96
“Sing One Song For Me” is a poem based on a song done by
the Stanley Brothers called “Who Will Sing For Me.” It has been
one of those songs that have always touched me deeply. I have
spent a great deal of time alone, and I can relate to one asking
if there will be anyone that will sing for me.