Unable to Attend
©June 25th 2019, Olan L. Smith
They've buried my friend today,
I was unable to attend,
Through thick or thin they say,
I was unable to attend.
A broken heart, mends with age.
Who will join me?
Out live your friends,
Are you there for me?
O'er and o'er, they fall away,
Buried six feet under;
Paul, Jeff, Harry, George, John,
Alone they fall away.
Who will attend me?
When beneath the ground they inter.
Who will grieve me?
If I'm the last to pass away.
Do you hear me?
Agedness is a stranger to our hope;
Who will give me passage?
The only one left on the train.
You see them disappear,
Into dense ether's void.
Do you understand?
A memory cannot affix flesh to bone.
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Write Upon My Stone
Poesía"Write Upon My Stone" has turned into a collection of my poems about death, and other of my poems with dark themes. I will be adding to this collection with both new and older poems with those themes. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan L. Smith (aka...
