We’re all at one when underground

I wonder if you’ve reached an age
Where you open the obituary page
Nod your head and then you say
I must head down to church to pray.

Another friend had passed on by
Remember him, heave a sigh
For us all this time will come
Hear beating of the funeral drum.

For life it passes in a flash
No matter how much power or cash
Anonymous or well renowned
We’re all at one when underground.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

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