Passing By the Cemetery

Passing by the cemetery on the roadside To attend to usual schedules once awhile I feel the futility of our woeful existence And become jealous of the departed souls. Having suffered untold agonies, when alive With no shoulder to help ease the anguishes And no succour coming from acquaintances, Now rest peacefully, without any bitterness. Free from turmoil and unpleasant memories With all bodily ailments no more perturbing And the disappointments no more bothering They lie gently undisturbed in peace, lasting. The so called triumphs or appalling failures No more count in the ultimate resting place The comforts and the vainglorious luxuries Become trivial in the lofty calm of a cellar. Away from strife and agonizing acrimony That was part of their tempestuous living With peace which passeth understanding Rest quietly, in never-ending tranquility.