When Our Cemetery Is No Longer Seen

When Our Cemetery Is No Longer Seen prose poem

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Through out the years our cemetery has been kept clean
It has been mowed and kept clean so all head stones can
Be seen, and when we are gone who will be left to keep it clean.
You know it is sad to think of our loved ones headstones could
Be covered in weeds and grass for no longer to be seen and no
Thought of their past. Now they are covered in weed and grass,
Now no one will even see that they are there as they pass.
Now there is nothing left to see but weeds and grass. So as
You pass your ancestral cemetery try to remember that once they
Were manicured and kept clean and headstones were visible to be seen,
So honour your cemetery and keep it clean!

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I am 72 years old retired and I enjoy creating ,although I do not write many poems the ones I do write come from a thought projected into a poem. I try to verse these poems thru a variety of thoughts.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

We ought to care, period. Having said that, it is for our own satisfaction too, to keep our connection with our dead, so that we are aware of our own mortality.


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