- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Forgotten
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I was walking through the graveyard
Yes I know Goths usually frequent them
But it was light and the sun was out
I had been to a funeral with my mum
And when I walked back to the car
I stopped and looked at the graves
Some were new but many old
Older than my mum and thats old !
It made me think as I looked upon them
The stone all pitted, worn and dirty
Many had not seen a visitor for years
Then I came across one from 1907
This woman died over a hundred years ago
Did anyone know she was here ?
Well I carried on walking my mind whirling
Gosh in a hundred years will anyone
Come to visit my grave and tend it
I suppose the answer is I will not know
And yet I feel a sense of loneliness already
So I would like to raise a glass to them all
Cheers to the forgotten people....
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