WITH GRASS A BLUISH GREEN
AND WEATHERED DATES ON MARKERS
TO OFTEN NEVER SEEN
I AM OFTEN FILLED WITH WONDER
A SENSE OF SORROW AND LOSS
THOUGH MOST OF THESE I DIDN'T KNOW
THESE NAMES NOW COVERED IN MOSS
FOR ALL WERE LOVED BY SOMEONE
AND THEY LOVED JUST THE SAME
BUT NOW LIE HERE FOR ETERNITY
TO MOST JUST A DATE AND A NAME
A FATHER, MOTHER, SON OR DAUGHTER
THEY WENT THROUGH JOY AND PAIN
NOW WEATHERED MARKINGS ON COLD GRAY STONE
IS ALL THAT STILL REMAINS
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