The Cemetery
The Cemetery
Children going back from school
and took the quick way through the cemetery.
They stopped by a new dug grave.
One of the children said: who was he?
Oh, just another old *******.
One of the children said.
Since my soul overheard their remark
I forgave them,
The truth is we are all assholes
And our life is mostly without any consequence.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2020
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