Epitaph....

Here lies a life 
Of several years
Washed and cleaned
With sweat and tears
Here lies a soul
Who's free from wants
Of moments left behind
Lying asleep is a weary soul
The world has not been kind

The life he lived 
Was a joy benign
Though the smiles
Were clandestine
He cried of joy 
And laughed in pain
A man of a different kind
Lying asleep is a weary soul
The world has not been kind

He lived to love
In a hundred way 
He dreamt alone 
To give away
The cherished things
Of heart and soul
Of always dreaming mind 
Lying asleep is a weary soul
The world has not been kind

His dreams were but
To ever come true
For he could find
Not even few
Those who could
Assess his soul
Hearts that were not blind
Lying asleep is a weary soul
The world has not been kind