LXXVIII - Grave Warning

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My original illustration was portion of a starkly striking photograph by Larry Usselman
As this was copyrighted, I have replaced it by one, fittingly, from The Morgue File

Laura Jayne at Pictures, Poetry & Prose poses a daily writing challenge.
The prompt for this poem was “Worn Graves”.


Grave warning

Moss covered,
Overgrown,
Resting place,
Name unknown.
Crumbling marker
Of crumbling bone.
We are but actors in this place, a brief cameo before the curtain’s drawn;
It’s a sad truth we all must face, The end begins the day we’re born.
So while you’re here, your life embrace: Who will remember us once we’re gone?
Father, son,
Sister, brother;
Loyal friend,
Loving mother,
Neighbour, mate,
Secret lover.
Life is fun,
Life is toil.
Laughter, tears,
Midnight oil.
Sadly missed,
Sent to soil.
Moss covered,
Overgrown,
Resting place,
Name unknown.
Crumbling marker
Of crumbling bone.

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© J Cosmo Newbery
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