The Church Yard Poem by Priyani Lekamwattage
The Church Yard
Behind the Church Yard,
Under the shady trees,
Many monuments are standing,
New, oldand decaying,
Some around flowers,
Some are falling,
Few of them kneeling,
In front of them,
Remembering,
Their loved ones,
Who passed away,
Might be thinking,
I am with you one day.
No matter,
Rich or poor,
Sick or healthy,
Happy or sad,
Beautiful or ugly,
Wise or foolish,
The last resting place of all.
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