Grave of the Nameless Man

GRAVE OF THE NAMELESS MAN

No one shed tears at his passing
No one prays for his soul
No one lays wreaths of fragrant flowers
No one comes to visit
The grave of the nameless man

No one misses his presence or his touch
Perhaps no one knows,
That he is dead and buried
If you know please tell me,
Who lies in the grave of a nameless man?

Someone, somewhere must care
Someone must be waiting for him
Somewhere there must be an empty space
At a dinner table or in a rocking chair
Waiting for a nameless man lying in a grave

Maybe someone knows he is dead
But does not know where he is buried
Maybe they have packed his clothes in boxes
Because he will never wear them again
Because he is now a nameless man in a grave

Is a hopeful wife waiting?
Or a disheartened widow grieving
Perhaps an adulteress is rejoicing
I wonder, does anyone care who is within
The grave of the nameless man