Last Home
how is home of the dead
Bare silence its field
The breathe h ere is a green
with flowers left by kin
Tomb stone face quiet
louder speak the wind
of nothing walk by
silence seems serene
Did they live
yet only seems nothing
that time has but fill
they living days now dead
To unkwnown besiege
if they live
its all but a stone
An evidence of speech
The address - two dates
of born and death
and his name include within
and his left behind of kith and kin
Sorrow make unfair science
it's distribution of various hieght
the young and age
All lay within
Of their mansion they ve given
all to a space
six foot a place
of final sleep
And the living with love
couldn't bring him home
he is all for the rotten
to a final stay, a skull old bone
the home of the dead
its speech holds little comfort
cold old tomb stone
surrounded by greens
And the owl howl
the ancient land witch cry
Sends the massege
right way home
Copyright © Ahmed Lawal | Year Posted 2006
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