Poem: A lifetime
Created | Updated Jul 13, 2005
Snow, fallen on the gravestones,
Light, shining on the snow,
Walking through the shining stones,
Marking the resting places of
All who are dead,
I’m reading the words which
Mean nothing to me but
Mean everything to someone.
One day many years from now,
I’ll be simply one slab of stone,
Covered by beautiful, white crystals,
Looked at by curious children,
Drawn by the sombre darkness,
They’re reading the words which
Mean nothing to them but
Mean a lifetime to me.