The Graveyard
The big ground stretched far and wide Serving, though, no live man’s needs Containing within it a big horde of Bodies, souls and dreams. The solemn concrete beds scattered All over the big place Bore the names of these vailant peoples Who had endured life’s final phase. Yet no one took notice of these warriors; everybody minded their work Silently; they had no time to spare For whatever ‘neath here lurks. That’s just how it’s meant to be, I guess For, what then is the difference Between the living and the dead? Even so, I couldn’t help but sigh At this desolate place filled with the brave; Kind, strong, heroic people of the past Rest at their final homes- their graves.