A familiar road, no longer gravel;
thirty years it was time to make this
trip; days grow shorter and the years
pursue one another with a fierceness
like no other time in my life.
The church is weather worn as are
many of the headstones with crumbling
edges; the rows are wider and longer
with newer ones in at the end of a narrow
Life has grown poignant, stronger, tears and
laughter are measured by the emotions of the
day; friends and love ones are gone, the heart
has more understanding and sorrow slowly slips
I loved once, he died before I myself was free,
like the last rose of summer, faded, gone; when
one is old and gray the once soft look now deep
shadows, thoughts turn inward.
It is a time to be old and a time to say goodbye,
I gaze across the stone barricades all inscribed
with names; I wonder why have I been left behind
so long while their souls are free.