Poem -
JUST BONES
JUST BONES
It’s just bones
Bones
Bones
Bones
Not even memories live on
Like the flesh time has wasted all
Living has been disowned
They lived once
They existed in more than spirit
They grasped life
And experienced the change of time
Now they wait as they become dust
The bones are all the same
The framework that underpinned all that flesh
Is the same for all
No matter how long they have resided
In a hole that is soon forgotten
Dust to dust
Another life to be lived
The fantasy of life is now over
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Was walking through abney park cemetery today and this came into my mind as I looked at the gravestones.. its a nice quite spot in stoke Newington north London
We are on a wavelength you and I, just now posted a poem bone of heart,
Referring to an absence of life while living,
Really enjoyed this, thanks for sharing Evrod , much love nardine xox
lol. thank you. ill have a read of urs
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