Gazing At The Graveyard's Gate Poem by CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI

Gazing at the graveyard's gate,
I hear echoes from the land of the dead,
I hear echoes of the sound of regret,
I hear echoes of the words that remain unsaid,
Gazing at the graveyards gate with bated breath,
Clinging to my colorful wreath,
Dazzled by the mighty death and all its wealth,
Tucked away in caskets in the earth beneath.

The dreams that were cut short,
And the ambitions that had to abort,
The opportunities that should've been dared,
And the moments that should've been shared,
Gazing at the graveyard's gate,
An angel appears holding a scroll in his right,
An angel appears in dazzling bright white light,

The angel left behind the treasured scroll,
And in it this life's treasured secret I stole,
There's nothing such as the perfect moment,
Other than this very present moment,
Now is the time to be great and full of life,
To be chasing your dreams,
To be doing your thing,
To be expressing your love,
To be proud of your heritage,
Now is the perfect time to do what you got to do,
Now is the time to be where you got to be,
For time waits for no man,
So it's time to do what you can,
Life is a short sweet sojourn,
So rise, pick the pieces and soldier on,

Gazing at the graveyard's gate,
I hear echoes from the land of the dead,
I hear echoes from the land of sealed fate,
I hear echoes of my own thoughts instead,
I hear echoes of the silent prayers I said,
And echoes that say this is an ode to yesterday.