POIGNANT STONE

Remebmering a departed daughter.

Here, this poignant stone lurks;

An epitaph that signifies

The now crushed down

Once mighty vanity of ours.

In the intervening time yet;

Briskly looming is our own demise

That renders often, the fear-provoking

Deliberation - that vain dread in us the living.

Ironically, still, denotes the poignant stone here;

The tranquility of the crypt  - pitch black and quiet

Such a remarkable serenity, yet the scalawags' flight:

Who in time flee from their own derisive mirth.

This poignant stone, therefore;

Is all that it doesn't say it is what it is:

"It is well with my soul"

So, until then

This stone is every living's solace.