by Mary Guimont

Created on: September 27, 2010   Last Updated: January 30, 2012

Bodies grown old, tired and weak.

No longer can they speak

Or make a sound

To those of us still around

They live silent beneath the ground

Finished lives that fill the cemeteries

What were their hopes, dreams and memories?

Did they achieve?

Their life ambitions,

Their life long dreams?

If not?

Do they now have?

What they want?

To find out,

The answer

To really know.

We must go

To the unknown

The walk of death

That we all take alone

For the dead can not share a thing

To those of still alive

Who can still live and dance and sing.

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