SOLITUDE
I often spend many lonely hours,
Amidst the graves adorned with flowers.
The silent sentinels of stone where memories live on,
Are inscribed with words of loved ones gone.
Gone from a life of pain and sorrow,
For them there is no tomorrow.
No more laughter, no more tears,
No more heartache or any more fears.
Their souls are in eternal rest,
For heaven takes none but the very best.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
I often spend many lonely hours,
Amidst the graves adorned with flowers.
The silent sentinels of stone where memories live on,
Are inscribed with words of loved ones gone.
Gone from a life of pain and sorrow,
For them there is no tomorrow.
No more laughter, no more tears,
No more heartache or any more fears.
Their souls are in eternal rest,
For heaven takes none but the very best.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
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