Our mortality is marked by this little stone.
No matter how many friends we have, we lie here alone.
Sure they will visit off and on for a year or so,
But eventually, they stop coming to let our memory go.
The visits become fewer and far between,
Until only the maintenance man is to be seen.
It is only human nature to only deal with life,
Your children, your family, and your wife.
We must all face our fate
And come to mortality's gate,
To face the fact we will be gone,
Until eternity's end and we are called home.