The Flower At the Grave
The Flower At The Grave
He hates walking through cemeteries
It isn’t all of the tombstones
Nor is it the sadness of loss
His eyes tear up when he sees certain graves
Ones where the deceased are forgotten or ignored
No one ever mourns for them
Has there ever been a tear shed for them
Does anyone even know that they are there
He stops at each one and each person by name
Leaving a single flower on each one
And saying a prayer for each person
He knows it probably doesn’t make a difference
At least not to anyone he knows
But if just one soul smiles because of him
He believes that he made a difference
And that makes him happy
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