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
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