Of what business did he have for being there
I let escape my usual curious mind
To let it stand
That it shouldn't be known
She and I were on a walk
Reading the dates
From plot to plot
Why is it so peaceful here
I reply
The dead have no fear
When you arrive here
You have been
Measured
Weighed and judged
And rest in peace
With the love of god above
Here there is no reason for
offensive fights
Politics, black or white
I come here to even out
The temptation from out there
Life is a balance
That you should never ignore
As you kneel and pray
So will temptation knock at your door
Walking out from behind a tree
Hello again child
Extending a hand with ash gray glove
I don't believe we have meant before
I told her child, you have
You must pay attention
An always acknowledge
Who, an everyone you meet
Kindly she shakes his hand
Now we have meant
On the walk home
I said child now
You are aware
That both good an bad
Are out there
Put your faith in the good lord above
An never doubt, nor temp
The man with the ash gray glove
Written By, Nicholle Gibson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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