Graveyard

Bury me in a pauper’s tomb
this is all I crave;
no ostentatious monument
will keep me from the grave.

No granite obelisk need I;
no mausoleum of stone;
all I ask is a plot of land
to lay my weary bones.

I need no costly resting place
when to my grave I roam;
’tis enough to know that I was loved
while my body was my home.

So do not set my legacy
upon this mortal ground
for when I die, I’m confident
my soul is Heaven-bound.