Oh no,
What happened here?
A horrible fire;
That's clear to see.
You used to drink your coffee
With CREAM.
Hey old MATE,
What's it like on,
The other side?
Is it sad, is it...
Cold?
Did they SHUN you -
Blowing away on the wind;
There wasn't even a vase.
YOU ARE READING
Graveyard Tales
Poetry"Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them." ~George Eliot
