I was walking home one night,
I was late so I took a shortcut,
I went through the cemetery.
The quietness surrounded me
Bringing peace to my mind.
As I walked on I heard a sound,
A tapping sound.
The further I walked
The louder it got and I was scared.
But then I saw it,
A man was chiselling,
Chiselling a tombstone.
I was relieved to see this man,
This man working.
I stopped by him and asked,
“Why are you working so late?”
He looked at me and replied,
“ They spelt my name wrong!”