Time moves on I suppose it must. Memories placed away to gather dust. But a life must mean more than this. A well placed stone stuck in the mud, marking out a life that's been. Empty words so often seen, pointing out that hallowed ground. Where once a life, a love was found, now no more than a fleeting care. Picked up by strangers standing there, wondering who they really were. Did they love and who did care. Frantic searches all around but still no sign of loved ones here. All those who did declared, gone from us but we still care, in our heart your still there. Yet still the weeds gather round this long forgotten piece of ground.
Empty words on printed cards, left for all the world to see. Duties done they rest assured. Hardy plants left in their pots, given time there'll be forgot. Minds convinced the right thing done, conscience clear, no guilt found here. Years will pass and mind will turn, back to the things said not done. Bones grow weak, although mind still strong, remembering promises left undone. Time will toll and wait it's turn, history repeats and now thoughts turn, to that little piece of earth.
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