I visited the graveyard one cold winter's day
To wander among the headstones and pray.
Two new additions this week had appeared
One, a young woman, much loved and revered
Whose small plot was layered with flower on flower
Whose family had knelt by the graveside for hours.
The other, a vagrant - unseen and unknown,
A draughty shop doorway he'd once known as home
When he died in the darkness with nobody there
No-one to see and nobody to care.
No flowers had he, and no tearful farewells,
Just strangers tolling the echoing bells.
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