Written by Kathi Stringer
My appearance is as good as the rest,
I have commissioned tailors to keep me at my best.
I announce to all, your good name,
at a glance, the message is plain.
Only a few words that I can say,
they are my instructions from day to day.
I cannot answer all the questions asked,
So surmise they may with limited facts.
I only wish that I could add something more,
but impossible, on open doors.
Sometimes, I see your family and friends,
always commenting on how they've been.
Often a stranger will stop and look,
but I am as mysterious as a titleless book.
It's so sad that I am their only clue,
a small granite gravestone to tell all about you.