Grave Thoughts
The graveyard's vast, the grass was high.
I picked my way amongst the graves
and thought, Like these, I'll some day die.
I scanned the rows of headstones there -
it looked as though no one came near;
I'd come to show at least I care.
So many stones, the names now gone,
anonymous, forgotten, lost...
So can it be the soul lives on?
written 12th October for Constance's Tercet contest: Death
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2020
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