The burial ground came out of the past. <br />A spinster a blacksmith and courtesan <br />all seemed downcast. <br />Time had stood still with their names <br /> chiseled on stone. <br />Leaves of beautiful colors and tall <br />grass- all windblown. <br />It was lonely in this overgrown place. <br />A tavenier claimed those days were <br />at a slower pace. <br />Lets reaffirm what dreams were at their <br />disposal. <br />Like us all death came along and made <br />it's proposal. <br />We lose as mere mortals to this great <br />giant. <br />It doesn't matter how we fight or become <br />defiant. <br />Flamboyant or plain time plays it's game <br />on us. <br />So you see the subject is clear- nothing <br />more to discuss.<br /><br />michele kostelnik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/souls-of-old/
