Grief

I walked a lonesome street one dawn morning, the sun was also rising, and I could hear the baby birds chirping away. I walked past a cemetery guarded by black, iron bars, I heard death's growl. I turned and there he was; Death grinning at me. I saw an old man sitting next to a tombstone, he was crying. I wonder who he had lost? Such a sad sight to see such grief, but that is the surprise of life.