Cemeteries

I walk in the cemetery and I see all the marble head stones So many lives six feet under and by now have turned to bones, You often wonder what these souls did while they were living How many of them were taken to soon and what they were giving, The mystery is has all these spirits gone to the other side There may be a chosen few whom still want to hide, I wonder what were all these people like I am sure some of them loved to ride bikes, At one time their souls were all whole After their deaths the body was left and it turned stone cold. Written By: Unique Poetry...2009