Memories And Tears Poem by Herbert Dry

Different sizes different shapes some of granite
some of stone
Standing with many but feeling
alone

Family and friends slowly drift
away
In the cemetery a brand new
grave

Like a magnet we are drawn back
again
We remember well when this life
began

Looking around at all the tombstones some are old
some are new
The tears shed here more than
a few

Suddenly like a rushing
wind
A flood of memories rush
in

Memories and tears emotions not
contained
We remember well when this child was
named

Buried here the young and
old
None can escape deaths strong
hold
Herbert Dry