Those Iron Gates
I was
passing the cemetery the other day.
The usual
guilt still plagued me today.
Within those
iron gates there lies,
Many of my
loved ones that met their demise.
Each one is
so special to me
I just can’t
bring myself to go there, you see.
Their graves
are bare of flowers and trinkets of love
Because I
just can’t bear to look at them from above.
Standing
over them like that brings me to my knees.
Others may
not understand and think I am weak.
But in my
prayers each night, I plead with the Lord to let them know
How much I
love and miss them, and everyday my memories flow.
So if you
see me pass and I don’t stop,
Don’t think
for one moment that I’ve forgot.
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