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Author Name: Freezeric64 5 Comments
Date Added: May 21, 2005 23:05:16 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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I can never feel alone in a graveyard

The stone permanence of those gray rows comforts me,

and takes my hand.

Shed a tear on Infant Aisle,

For the lives that were not.

I see the friend from Grammar School,

My first time in grief.

Realize that all lives are cut short,

Time on Earth is brief.

I sit among my ancestors,

Visit the blood I never knew, but carry.

Hear the curses of the men who arrived in chains,

Wives in indentured servitude.

Look at the rows of names now forgotten

To anyone alive.

Odd that the high and mighty and the trod upon

Now sleep here side by side.

Odder, still, to think of life

In this graveyard by the Bend,

And hope that at the end of my days

I deserve the simple phrase:

"Beloved Husband, Father and Friend"
Author's Notes:
This is an old one, 7 or 8 years old. The first 2 lines had been in my head for many years, since at least age 16 or so, then the rest came one day. I have sent this one around in chats and eMails so many times, I guess I thought I had posted it, lol.
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Comment By: FreeKimber Turpin on July 1, 2005 02:37:50 AM Report
This is a very thought provoking piece you have penned. I am so glad I stumbled across it!

Kimber... the resident Gypsy
Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on May 30, 2005 11:19:14 AM Report
Eric! you have completely captured what graveyards are to me too. I often go round the one at home and get great comfort from knowing I "belong" and will one day lie with 'my people'.
Like you I walk around and think of life's obstacle race and those who fell at the first or second fences...see as you say, the great and the good all side by side levelled by death The Great Leveller.
Into favs for me.
Fantastic writing.
Alison SW
Comment By: FreeMary AnnieA.V. on May 25, 2005 06:39:36 AM Report
..Beloved Friend..for sure..though u deserve much more.. hugs..anna maria
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on May 25, 2005 01:28:41 AM Report
Irregardless of our stature in life, we are all equal in death.

I don't think it is odd to think of life while in a seems with the evidence of how short life is all around is the perfect time to think about using our time to the fullest.

Fine work Eric, wonderful ending...indeed, that phrase would speak volumes about you...there is SO much summed up in those few words.

Comment By: FreeHeike on May 22, 2005 10:17:31 AM Report
I loved this and the feelings it evokes, Eric. I remember feeling comfortable in graveyards when I was a kid.
May your wish be granted, but before that, let us have many more poems of yours :-).


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