Graveyard Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

You can live to be one hundred and twenty years old; I will introduce myself to you eventually.

Your money has brought you out of every occasion in life; for the love of money has no occasion here.

The poor don't have enough money to present themselves to me; this is not an exclusive resort I accept all beings.

The Pent House on Park Ave has a beautiful view; the Space Shuttle has breathtaking views; everyone's view is the same here.

I watched you embezzle millions from your company; I watched him poisoned kids on the streets of life; I don't discriminate any life!

The White Man told the Black Man he needs to die because of the color of his skin; I don't see color you are all are invited to rest in my cold bosom.

She caught you cheating with her sister; you can't cheat me down through a thousand generations.

You drove a Rolls Royce while your neighbor drove a Mazda; your casket cost more than his casket; who will see it besides other occupants of my domain.

My best friend "Dirt" covers your living quarters to keep you blanketed from the elements.

The graveyard does not see color it is not rich nor poor it is not boastful; all my residents live quiet lives.

Written by Theodore Mosley

March 5,2019