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Grave Stone

Death in Life

By Colin GustafsonPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

I am oddly comforted by grave yards.

They somehow are peaceful.

When people are dead they do not seem angry.

They don't care if it is raining or sunny.

They won't change their mood.

They don't care if Popeye's is open or not.

They won't judge your music or clothes.

they don't care who is president or when you are voting for.

Hell they don't care if you vote at all.

How they died doesn't matter to them.

I chose to believe they care about who they left behind and how they left them.

I think the dead wish the living well wishes and adventures.

Maybe we should live more like the dead would have us live.

Like we have a chance at something great.

And maybe we care like the dead care... about things that matter.

Others.

Goodness.

Kindness.

I pray these three stand proud on my grave stone.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Colin Gustafson

been writing poetry, short stories, and speeches of subjects of passion my entire life. I am now working towards a full length novel and to be published, self or traditionally. I am partial to fantasy and slight Si-Fi.

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