Swami Tommy Danaher
At The Graveyard
The poor old man approaches the graveyard.
As he passes under the arch at the entrance,
a pair of butterflies dance their greetings.
They came to escort him to the gravesite.
It is a fine sunny morning. The air is clean.
The air is sweet. Along the path to the gravesite
roses are blooming. The old man plucks a rose
and takes it with him. At the gravesite he kneels