Tomb man

He wakes up early in the morning and walks…
entering the cemetery
for him is necessary,
walking from tomb to tomb he sees the names, ages of death,
he looks at the ages
and doesn’t get the rages,
he laughs uncontrollably
most of the dead died younger than his 90 years old.
When he tells this to his daughters when he returns home to eat the meal,
he laughs uncontrollably
the daughters look at him hopelessly.
They mumble “The old man… he’s a freek”.
He hears and tells them “At least I know I´m good”,
he eats his food
and tells them how beautiful the tombs are.
In the small town they call him Tomb Man.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.