My Cemetery Days Poem by dead before I died

In an old cemetary
by the sea,
I buried my father
then I buried me,

Here he lies.
and here we lay,

dead together,
in the cemetary.

No one cares,
no one comes,
no one visits,
no one knows.
A special place
reserved for me,
so here I am
in the cemetary

Windswept waves
of rolling grass,
beneath the clouds
by a sea of glass,
here I'l ly
and here I'l lay
for all the rest
of my cemetary days