A Grave Thought

By: Carolyn Emerson
Photo Credit: Creative Commons

Dark and gloomy clouds above

whose drops seem like tears,

as they hover past the form

who lies before his peers.

Many shuffle past the eternal bed,

sobbing and weeping,

for he who does not hear,

endlessly sleeping.

He is then lowered

down into the earth,

never to resurface,

the ground is now his worth.

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