My Lucky Can

You have been my dearest friend
I’m leaving these luckies by your grave
I’m sure you won’t mind that I opened mine
Yours would be gone if yous around
Kneel down on the grass below
Thinking did you have to go
Can’t believe you’re underground
I know im no longer thinking clear
I know I have seen your face out here
Down in the bottom of my lucky can
Hope you’re happy where you are
See you soon in the spot I bought
The clouds above are closing in
The sun is trying its best to win
The pourin rain grows the grass you’re in
Umbrellas cover the ground that mark
The spot we gather round
Your cemetery plot
You can’t win this place