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Our poem this week comes from Ann Moriarty of Cork in Ireland.
Ann doesn't give much information about herself but her thought provoking poem presents us with many points to ponder.
The Grave Garden
There's a garden of graves next door to me,
Where I often walk, it's so peaceful and still,
I think of my neighbors buried there
And my own dear friend. I miss you Bill!
My family for generations and many I don't
Remember lie here, and my friend Bill
I won't shed a tear
They've all been shed
They don't know. (The Dead)
There's a seat to sit on. I sit and ponder
On life and death, and then I wonder;
How long more till I fill my plot?
Till the grass grows o'er me and I'm forgot
It's all a puzzle from A to Zed
They don't care. (The Dead)
It's time to go. There's living to do
And I will live like someone who
Is grateful for each and every day,
But my friend Bill is cold in the clay:
"Don't grieve" Is what he'd have said.
They can't speak. (The Dead).
© Ann Moriarty
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