By: Lisa C. (IrishHillbilly) + 8 more
Date Submitted: 4/26/2007
Last Updated: 4/26/2007
Genre: Health, Fitness & Dieting » Death & Grief
Words: 109
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They stand beside the gaping pit
Clothed in melancholy thought
A steady stream of water drips
From the angry brooding skies
Mere embodiment of what they hide
Within their inner heart; someday
They know they too must die

Fresh cut flowers in baskets white
Are heaped upon the muddy mound
Yet cannot hide the barren soil
Upturned for such a grievous thing
They walk away in single file
The occasional tear upon a cheek
Mingling with the falling rain

The years will pass, the pages turn
A chapter closes, and then the book
Sits on the shelf to gather dust
Then they wonder what they have learned
As shadow's fog oer-takes the mind
The raindrops start to fall again
And nature's song breaks forth once more

October 9, 1992
LSF

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IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 4/26/2007 10:20 PM ET

You are a great writer

Tom A. (TomsBooks333) - 4/27/2007 8:18 AM ET

Wow! You're good.

Claudia (BrokenWing) - 4/27/2007 6:09 PM ET

very good. I love the way the dreary weather mirrors the emotions of the mourners.

Melanie K. (melanie) - 4/29/2007 9:53 PM ET

You have set the scene so realistically, I feel as if I am there both physically and emotionally. The tone of the poem seems very sad until you compare the passing of time to a book on a shelf; a person's life and our memories of them can be much like a well-loved book that we remember and reread much as we recall memories of a loved one.

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