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SING ONE SONG FOR MENow it was just a simple casket made of pine and iron nails,Without a trace of carving or any polished brass for rails.It was assembled from a broken box splintered from abuse,Yet it had a simple beauty despite the way it had been used.It was placed before the altar on a stand of polished stone,A simple casket made of pine for a loved ones fi nal home.Only present there was silence not a choir was there to sing,Not one voice to sing his praises not a single human being.I cannot forget my sadness when they took the casket down,And placed it in a six foot hole beneath the cold, cold ground.Not one voice had sung his praises not a soul was there to see,And I wondered at my passing who would sing a song for me.Charles T. Johnson9/20/96Sing One Song For Me is a poem based on a song done bythe Stanley Brothers called Who Will Sing For Me. It has beenone of those songs that have always touched me deeply. I havespent a great deal of time alone, and I can relate to one askingif there will be anyone that will sing for me.