Grave's of Old

Grave's of Old You Me All to be!

Graves of Old
We grow old some of us the roads high and low the words maybe told
What is a grave? Tall, small or not at all
As we live years go bye we never realize or care to know where we go...
When we do care our hopes and prays are good with us
Some choose not to care where others need not to share
Life can be long for some, but not for many. Bless those that become one day graves of old and gone.
Many of us don't think, days with out a day.
How are things days are long, but gone.
Does one care, really care...YES some do buts it's life ended to you.
The belief life ends is the Beginning of...

Author's Note

I have at least 40 to 50 poems, all titled the same

Reviews

[lua]

an intriguing ending, definitely gives the reader something to ponder over