Epitaph

Time will tell how you lived.
A lot will happen later.
The one you prayed to will take you.
A stone slab will decorate your headboard.

Are you afraid of death?
Do you think about the row of stone alleys?
With your memorial stone right where you stand,
The pine branches hang over like a beam.

The ears of young grain will grow again!
It will rain, and there will be tears for you.
Someone will stop there to ask.

Your protector muse will also leave.
Everything written about you will remain on the epitaph.
Every letter is carved in stone.