Wrecking yards of earth take into themselves, all the old,
rusted vehicles totaled or ruined by others.
Compared to graveyards filled with people, the same concepts
holding true.
Old, decrepit, ruined lives being interred beneath earth, for-
ever remembered by their names and dates of birth and death
etched into their headstones by loving family and friends.
All of us eventually finding ourselves in the same positions
when we are aged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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