The Cemetery Poem by Enoch Owusu Gyamfi

A place where the good and evil rest after living,
So quiet and the people there live in shadows,
A place where our breath bus stops at last,
For passengers drop and pass.

All though we journey through distinct paths,
Through the path of pain,
Through the path of joy,
Through the path of toil,
But we all arrive in the soil.

There lives a giant gate man,
Who watch over every day and night,
Making sure, he is sure, all arrivals are welcomed,
And the welcomed rest in peace.

There stood a grave with a mystery,
That hold no hints in memory,
In our destiny we will make it there and make it a history,
As we are living and writing our story.