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.
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