Whose homes are these, they never say <br />Both big and small, here they all lay <br />Among the gnawing rodent and the hungry tick <br />Ticking while the lonesome time dawdles away <br /> <br />I stood in admiration for this silent race <br />Sleeping in peace, while flowers sprout in grace <br />Undisturbed by hate, or jealousy, or greed <br />For each man knows his final resting place <br />. <br /> <br />Amid the pleasant solitude, I a hibiscus pick <br />. <br />Its red petals are gentle, lovely and thick <br />Outside, the deflowered world awaits <br />Its' so withered, so appalling, so sick. <br /> <br />A walk through the cemetry, envying the peace <br />Its real how sheep and wolf both lay in peace <br />A walk through the cemetry, where all struggle cease <br />Its real how sheep and wolf both lay in peace<br /><br />okoye charles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walk-through-the-cemetry/
