Wrong Side Of The Grave Poem by George Samuel

Silence warm the tomb '
When the quake is numb;
And the soul gone.
Now, the bones are alone.
Idling about in franchise casket '
Smiling of the orbs roses bracket;
Spread its scent to living memories '
To a lost harmonies;
Then the dreams,
Seems swimming as one in the stream! !
Dawn shall be awfully cold '
How it is destined to grow old;
Cut short in flowery bald '
Who was just a rudy lad;
With a shoulder ladden with dreams '
But now for him elders shall scream;
For him mothers shall cast their dust '
Watching with eyes with tears far lost;
Who shall cry '
But in fury.