Bit of Nothing From the Graveyard
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Wandering round a grave yard and so many unreadable gravestones yet there was a tiny one from the 1800s still as perfect as the day it was made. Felt the sadness of the effort put into choosing the words on all of the headstones of the long since forgotten...
Is it the skill of the engraver
Or the quality of the stone
Fate or preparation
Of you fading to unknown
The smallest of markers
Holds names of those that wait
The ones who loved you and missed you
To meet again at later date
The stories of the faded
Graves overgrown, unseen
Lost to the forever
As if they'd never been
I live my life for epitaph
That will stand me in good stead
I should really just live
It won't matter when I'm dead
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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