I walk across the grass
And read the stone
A question I ask
Were they alone
Did they die at peace
Or was the world tough
Was death a release
Had they just had enough
I know it seems morbid
To think in that way
People probably think it's horrid
What my mind has to say
When I think of the lives
It hurts me inside
Pretty flowers are left
For people who have died
I pass through the iron gates
To see who's around
What does my future hold
Before I go underground
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HI CHAZZ - Loved the poem because - despite the topic - it was full of rhyme and rhythm and asked the ultimate question. We will all die some day but just like you I want to know "What will my future hold - before I go underground ?" I love cemeteries - great places for a "photography project" Thanks for sharing - BRIAN
Loved this chaz. But for the grace of God we may or maynot be alone at that final moment, but even if are with death is a loney thing to bear.
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