Souls Of Old - Poem by michele kostelnik
The burial ground came out of the past.
A spinster a blacksmith and courtesan
all seemed downcast.
Time had stood still with their names
chiseled on stone.
Leaves of beautiful colors and tall
grass- all windblown.
It was lonely in this overgrown place.
A tavenier claimed those days were
at a slower pace.
Lets reaffirm what dreams were at their
Like us all death came along and made
We lose as mere mortals to this great
It doesn't matter how we fight or become
Flamboyant or plain time plays it's game
So you see the subject is clear- nothing
more to discuss.
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