Late For The Cemetery Poem by Lyn Paul
Late For The Cemetery
Oh how I miss the Cemetery
I now only drive by, Occasionally
I miss the serene, peaceful ground
And the silence, barely a sound
I must find the time to visit again
To just sit back and breath it all in
That I am life
And this is death
We are put on this earth for a test
A test to show your inner strength
A test to believe, there is something after death
So do not fear the Cemetery gate
You'll get there one day, even if you are Late
Copyright Reserved May 2014
LYN PAUL
The poem resonates with me, as I visit the cemetery where my mother and brother are buried regularly. You are right, ' So do not fear the cemetery gate.'
a little Late, or a lot Late? i hope to never be planted in one, but i like to go bird watching in them. bluebirds in New York State would perch on headstones/tombstones and (i think) wait for a tasty treat to crawl or fly by. since i missed putting one of your poems in June all-female showcase, i'd like to put this one into June's all-male showcase. even though you are a female, your last name is Paul, so that is good enough for me. I AM the boss, after all! ! ok with you, Lyn? let me know in the next couple of weeks. or change the poem you had sent for June (with some changes) and see if i will use it. it is your decision. bri :) to MyPoemList. thanks.
Wonderful poem and very enjoyable to read. Although full of death cemeteries have so much life and brightness in them.
I miss the cemetry! ! ! Because, we will all go there! Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 12:59:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
what inspired you to write such a poem