Goldfinch60

Walking Home.

There I was last night

Walking home,

Lost in thought.

I was heading passed the cemetery.

Three young girls were in front of me,

Chatting,

Looking frightened.

They said they were scared,

Scared to walk passed the cemetery,

Could they walk with me.

I said of course you can,

I can understand how you feel,

I too used to be scared

Scared of walking passed the cemetery,

When I was alive.