The Visit Poem by George Hunter

Went to the churchyard today
To visit the place
Where my loved ones lay
In all their grace.

Some say, “Gone to a better place.”
But I have a doubt.
Seems like this space
Is what life’s all about.

I shed some tears to show
How very much I miss them so
But this is no time for weeping
If I can imagine they’re not dead
But merely sleeping.

Bought another plot,
As close as could be,
Seems that that spot
Is calling to me
And soon I will be
Lying there
Right next to thee.

I can’t help it if sometimes I cry.
Which is it harder to do
Go on living or just to die?