Comments about Lydia Proffitt
I began to drive by a graveyard, today.
Not one, unordinary or out of the way.
It's one, I drive by, everyday.
I have never paused to stop and reflect,
of the precious souls who lay in neglect.
But, today, my mind was in a different sect.
So, I stopped and studied with some regret.
How cold and callous, have I become,
to feel my life more worthy then those who have gone.
Today, I cried, when I began to pass by,
to think our earthly final destiny,
would not bring tears to my own eyes.
Although, these souls, I know not,
there will be a day,