Do not stand at my grave and weep ………..
I am not there I do not sleep …….
I am a thousand tears that fall
and it goes on beautifully…..
But this I am having trouble with
no grave to visit
No tears to fall
No time there to cherish
nothing at all …..
Gone are the days of solemn love
at the graveyard
only dust there on your selfish mantle
you may be so wrong to hold
so near the ashes
When you hold the ashes of your
loved one so near
You deny any and all others the chance
And they may even despise you ……..
But it matters not except for those of us
who have stood at graves ………
For more works by this author see Ed Fisher Author page on The Creatives Exiles.