One Man's Life and Thoughts

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 fi nal 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.