Scratch in a casket.

December 26, 2015

A scratch in a casket is not something you would expect.

With the meaning attached, you think someone would have checked

But with you I expected nothing else.

A public flaw presented beautifully.

You did just the same.

Wore your flaws beautiful and proud

But some remained hidden

These were flaws of the spirit

Flaws you didn't show

Flaws we didn't know

If you only showed like the casket

A scratch we could have prevented

Or maybe we should have just asked

And your casket wouldn't be cemented.

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