Epitaph
Time will tell how you lived. A lot will happen later.
The one you prayed to will take you.
A stone slab will decorate your headboard.
Are you afraid of death?
Do you think about the row of stone alleys?
With your memorial stone right where you stand. The pine branches hang over like a beam.
The ears of young grain will grow again! It will rain, and there will be tears for you. Someone will stop there to ask.
Your protector muse will also leave.
Everything written about you will remain on the epitaph. Every letter is carved in stone.
- Author: falcon_mn ( Offline)
- Published: May 12th, 2024 04:17
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
Comments1
Then forgotten.
Well you are right
We will be all forgotten at the end
We live in the illusion of eternity
Eternity doesn't exist
Thank you for your comment
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.