 The Grave Yard I entered the grave yard where so many have dead Passing by, reading the etchings on their stones Many people to numerous to count, sad what etchings said Leprosy caught up to me, I’ve found my lovers stone Opened the lid; got inside with him and the webs spiders had webbed I’ve been waiting to die and be together eternally in our grave yard bed I suffer no more, fear no more, and will rest forever more In the arms of the man, now decomposed; I’ll love ceaselessly more Peggy 9-24-07 |
