Skeleton

I'm six feet under the soil,
Left here covered in dirt,
My body is starting to spoil,
This coffin does not work,
Pores and cracks showing,
I'm just a skeleton now,
Blood no longer flowing,
It no longer knows how,
I'm dust and memories,
Wonder if anybody misses me?
If they reminisce when I lived,
When my body was nourished,
And wise words I would always give,
Now my bones are soft as gelatin,
Because now I'm just a skeleton...