WALKING THROUGH A GRAVEYARD
ON A WINTER AFTERNOON,
THE DYING LIGHT REFLECTING
ALL THE MISERY AND GLOOM,
A LAYER OF SNOW IS HIDING
ALL THE FOOTSTEPS OUT OF SIGHT,
AND ALL TOO SOON THE WORLD
WILL BE HIDDEN BY THE NIGHT.
READING NAMES AND SENTIMENTS
FROM AGES NOW LONG GONE,
MAKES US STOP TO THINK ABOUT
THE THINGS THAT’S YET TO COME.
A FLEETING SHADOW FROM THE PAST,
A FADING MEMORY,
OF PEOPLE, PLACES THAT YOU KNEW,
OR THINGS THAT USED TO BE.
AND AS YOU LEAVE AND CLOSE THE GATE
YOU LEAVE THOSE THOUGHTS BEHIND,
HIDDEN IN A CEMETRY,
BURIED IN YOUR MIND.