Poem -
OVER THE OPEN GRAVE
ITS NOT A BEAUTIFUL GARDEN
FILLED WITH ASSORTED FLOWERS,
MANICURED LAWNS,
PURPLE JACARANDA AND PINK VELOUR
CRAPE MYRTLE TREES.
RATHER, THIS LANDSCAPE
SITS ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN
HIDDEN BEHIND STEEL FENCES
WHOSE BLACK PAINT
HAS BEEN CHIPPED AWAY
BY THE STING OF DEATH ITSELF.
SOME CALL IT,
THE FINAL RESTING PLACE,
THE BURYING GROUND,
THE GRAVEYARD,
GOD’S ACRE, OR THE BONE YARD.
IT WAS THERE I STOOD
OVER THE OPEN GRAVE,
AND PITIED THE ONE
THAT WAS ABOUT TO OCCUPY
THIS HOLLOW SPACE.
FOR HE HAS ESCAPED
CHOICES AND DECISIONS,
ACHES AND PAINS,
PROBLEMS AND SORROWS
AND THE KISS OF A ENEMY,
THE ONE YOU CALL FRIEND.
WILFORD BARKER.
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Hello Wilford...
I've been thinking about that more since I heard there's a real good possibility that people can chose to live forever...
I don't know if it's tangible yet, the effects, and if I could or would I want to?
I.haven't looked at how far away we are from it...
I don't know the costs of the products or the price of Yes/No...
If I didn't think I would want to see the day that a loaf of bread will cost $20...
I'm still not sure...
I have things I enjoy but, things cost a lot more which takes some fun out of it...
Then I think about the bugs and other ground critters, hungry and I'm there at their service...
I'm still thinking about it...
It used to be easy to be a straight person and be friends with people that are gay...
Those friends are gone...
They all passed away and the ones now I don't meet...
They trusted and didn't...
Now they don't trust at all...
It's really sad because, I remember all the laughs, all the hugs, and all the protection they gave when I didn't ask for their help...
Now, I guess they're too busy checking themselves out in the mirror...
My closest friends didn't like girls but, I had a lot of Brothers...
My Mother was shocked because, with her I had 2 and I was child 3...
They didn't call me Sister too much alone but, out it was I'm her Brother and we all looked real different and together we were 8...
It was possible...
People never asked and no one said anything different...
Those were the best years of my life...
The way many are dressing now with all the make-up, and bright colored clothing...
I hope they're as good friends to someone like I had...
I'm glad the Country showed me what it did before I got further in into taking a trip I've been thinking about for a few years...
I had the suitcase, the clothes, and all I needed was a little more for the ticket and hotel...
I was going to see my bestie too...
We haven't seen each other in Decades...
We live too far apart and that would have been the first possible chance with our schedules...
We both decided to cancel...
People just got too crazy for us...
Maybe, somewhere in the future if it calms down?
I have a need I have been working on at the same time...
Now, my focus is on that and always thankful every time I wake up on this side of the grass...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
My dear Sparrowsong,
‘Thank you so much for sharing your inner most thoughts and feelings with us.
Everything is changing… as it should. But it is so sad, that many people of today, has lost the capacity to love,
care, or show kindness. I don’t know if it’s because I am a 66 year old man now, but I think about death more often.
Life, even though wonderful.. is such a heavy load to bear. As I look around my neighborhood, the cities and countries..
there are so much hatred, sickness, suffering, and pain. The family tree is dried up from the root.
Sorry to paint such a bleak picture.. but that’s what I see. So I stand over the open grave.. and wait in line for my invitation.
Hello Wiford...
You're in the USA?
You don't see what I see?
You don't hear what I hear?
It's gotten crazy out there my friend...
The Cartels are billionaires now...
Is everyone on the side of the criminals?
it's weird to me?
You're waiting in line for the invitation?
Ok...
I'm not...
My luck I'd finally get to the front of the to be told I'm in the wrong line...
I have to get in the back of the other line...
I ask if I'm in the right line?
People just shrug...
At least at an Amusement Park I know what ride I'm trying to get on...
Happy waiting my friend!
I thought the invitation comes when I've fallen and I'm not getting up or breathing...
Hmmm...
Interesting....
sparrowsong