TO BE REMEMBERED

TO BE REMEMBERED

BY SOMEONE – SOME DAY

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The weeds overgrown, the grass was like hay;

The trees and the flowers have withered away.

‘Twas a sad reminder, emotions not spared,

Of those who have died, with no one who cared.

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Their stones, now worn thin; some cracked with age,

Forgotten, they lie in the wrought iron cage.

Not a hint of remembrance, no sign of life

For all those who’d been a husband or wife.

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The Cross on the steeple still stands straight and tall.

I’s a Sign that there’s hope for one and for all.

Through this morbid place, now I silently trod,

Tough forgotten by many, never by God.