I took the time today to ride through the old cemetery there in my home town

I have driven past it a thousand times and never even thought to  slow down

As I gazed throughout the plots and names, memories they surfaced of times gone by

They began to run through my mind and with some, even brought a tear to my eye

There with the majestic tombstone laid the person from whom I bought my very first car

And to his right a few rows down was a boy I grew up with and laid in the grass at night talking and gazing at stars

It’s funny how some had big elaborate tombstones as a testimony to their life

While others had a small piece of stone crudely etched as though with a carving knife 

The thing that is certain is tombstones don’t make a difference on that day you die

The size of the tombstone either big or small, don’t define how you lived your life

When our maker calls us home on that final day

How you lived while on this earth will determine your eternal way

So when you pass the cemetery in your town and tombstones that are around

I’m sure past memories of your life surely will be found

Always remember the size of the tombstone that’s out there on display

Very well may not reflect the spot where a great soul lay

From My World to Yours,
Bob Baker