Watery eyes,
Weakened souls,
Broken hearts,
Piled up dirt;
A casket lowers.
Dirt falls down,
And always covers.
Uncross your heart
And
Hope to live.
Pray to see another day,
Because this somebody didn't;
This poor soul didn't make it.
YOU ARE READING
Graveyard Tales
Poetry"Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them." ~George Eliot
