I like to take a walk,
in the cemetery by the road,
where daffodils grow
with epitaphs and crosses.
They know what names
they must bear. And what
say they must about their dead man.
People need a voice,
even the dead ones.
After all has ceased
and everything is absolutely right
something must be said.
The epitaph does that.
5 comments:
Nice poem!
Have a nice day!
Marukatsu~ Thanks. :)
It is so touching...Nice one..:) BTW Sagar I have started a new blog dedicated to my sketch work — Art on Sketchbook
memories need a voice too :)
Fingers~ :)
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