Older Cemeteries

The place where my mother lies is overgrown From lack of care the weeds have grown tall, Who is buried where for many is unknown The place where my mother lies is overgrown. Old floral tributes are by a cold wind blown This is always true of the cemetery in the fall, The place where my mother lies is overgrown From lack of care the weeds have grown tall. Older cemeteries rarely have perpetual care Families of the deceased have moved far away And returning to the old homeplace is rare Older cemeteries rarely have perpetual care And seldom are they listed as a worthy heir Seems they unintentionally become a castaway Older cemeteries rarely have perpetual care Families of the deceased have moved far away. written November 6, 2021