The Mausoleum Poem by Jackie Cevering

While walking through the mausoleum
acold and bitter frost
came to mind a chilling seen
of so many loved one's lost.

Tomb's on the right of me
with placks of each one's name's
there I stood and wonderd
of how all their loved one's life's had changed.

As my eye's wondered about the coriner's
reading each one as I pass
they to had their name's in paint
a mixture of marble chiped gold and black.
by Jackie Cevering