this is beautiful. Loved this verse;

In world of care, a world of scorn
A world tied up with bows, brick and horn
The story of one blended into the many
All continue a pauper, undollared, unpennied
The bodies are gone, poorly they travel
So many fibres knitted start to unravel

It seems you had to soberly reflect on death today. I can feel the mood of the poem as that of disenchantment.

Do not fret the coming dark
It's power over thee is nought but dust.
Do not finger the bones of tomorrow
Seeking understand and a succoured touch.
Let the fire, it's light claim,
Let the earth, it's skin caress;
When we are gone,
The sun, the moon and the stars will shine on
And you, could be a meteor
Sailing distant shores,
Finding home finally far away
From the brackish waters of faint tears.

I tried the end rhyme too but was not successful. Lol. Beautiful poetry