THIS COLD PLACE

It’s cold and eeire,
This silent place,
With neat gray headstones and sombre writing
Somewhere in the distance,
Faint cries dance in the wind
As another is lowered into the ground.
This place full of the dead,
Also full of memories,
Full of unfulfilled hopes,
Full of unfinished dreams.
Many, cut off in the full bloom of life
And the few lucky ones… Well
Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes,
From the soil we came, and to it we shall return.
As we live,
Pray for life, not just money.
No amount of gold or silver will ever be enough to buy life…
Ask those lying cold and alone in this place.

Gihihi ?