GRAVEYARD Read Count : 20

Category : Poems

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Beyond the meadow past the trees ,
Lie  the shadows no one sees ,
Where birds may pirch
But never sing ,
And death awaits for all who grief .   
On our minds and on display for everyone to see,
Respect for those who've passed away
are portrayed by  flowers we bring, 
 Headstones , erns ,names and dates ,granite , bronze , and rod iron gates
It's always visceral to visit this  place 
That mortalizes our soul,
And securly  seals our fate .
You can preach you can pray, but for each of us at the end of the day,
Our body's will be laid to rest and final respects paid in the most sacred way. 
Somethings might never change 
It's our destiny to be placed amongst a yard of graves with markers of names, and life dates, and age, won't it be great plus a little bit strange .
It's a place to rest the end of slack 
Where are dearly  departed go and never come back....


  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Nicely expressed and written 🦋🦋🦋

    Feb 25, 2020

  • Brandon Burky

    Brandon Burky

    thank you

    Feb 26, 2020

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