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.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski