Epitaph

The old man's sitting there, his head bowed down
 Every now and then he'll take a look around
 And his eyes reflect the memory-pain of years gone by
 He can't regain nostalgic dreams he'll never see again
 With trembling hands, he wipes a tear
 Many fall like rain, there's one for every year
 And his life laid out so clearly now, life that's brought death
 So nearly now life once he clung to dearly lets go
 But spare a thought as you pass him by
 Take a closer look and you'll say
 He's our tomorrow, just as much as we are his yesterday
 A lonely grave, and soon forgot
 Only wind and leaves lament his mournful song
 Yet they shout his epitaph out clear
 For anyone who's passing near
 It names the person lying here as you
 And you... and you... and you...