Daily he digs the earth,
with his spade and shovel.
Not a cause of mirth,
as he clears the gravel.
He paves gently the way,
to place them in rest.
The angel 'n' devil in foray,
holds them to eternal test.
Unaware of the world there,
which he will see one day.
Tread on road not so fair,
his soul would find its way.
The devil would surely lurk,
and try with all his might.
The angel leads thru' dark,
to heavenly glory and light.
Who would dig his grave,
one day to put him to rest?
HE said, "My son be brave,
be on my lap forever to rest".
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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