One Man's Life and Thoughts, Volume 1

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 final 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.