Cemetary

Some times
the only place to be alive
is where death resides.
Here, you notice breath
icicles hanging from chins
frozen by force.

The gravestone
tells a story, grand
of ordinary kings and queens.
Generations past
today we live their glory
wondering who they were.

I vow to learn
their mistakes
lie deep within their tomb.
Rejoice! chances
do exist for those who
throw the shovel away.

Highland Cemetery Gravestones 8: Mathers to McCarthyIOOF - Hartford City Cemetery

Memoir Photography Poetry

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