Gravedigger Poem by Phil Soar

Gravedigger



Where spirits hang around and ghosts invade
Standing by my side while I holed my spade
While I dig my hole for the next deceased
And the negative thoughts I can't release
My job as a gravedigger fills my day
Digging for those that have passed away
Laying them to rest in a six foot hole
Somewhere to put their eternal soul

Wednesday, April 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life and death,nonsense
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