Simple Mutterings - Still I Weep

I enter gates that are rusty and old, worn with age, This eternal resting place fills my soul with sadness; The time of year does not help, barren trees hanging low, Dried up flowers lay forlorn on rows of graves. I followed a pathway taking me deep into the maze of sorrow, Many stones difficult to read, erosion and time destroyed; Some are simple crosses and others pristine granite markers, I cross over a bridge above a rippling stream. Dark valleys lay before me and toppled statues rest in peace, This scene of sadness holds a place in my soul forever; For among the burial plots, vaults, lays a beloved sad memories, There is so much love in this forever in this place. This cemetery is serene and tranquil, And I still weep . . . . ____________________________ March 21, 2014 Poetry/Verse/Simple Mutterings/Still I Weep Copyright Protected, ID 14-1003-884-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.