My Last Home

Cobbled gravestones...Vaulted masoleums
These men have been prayed for...now we no longer see him
Wilted Flowers... over intimate engravings
Tears shower..words written.. "Now He's God's Baby"
Cold spaces...lifeless bodies rest...
Rotten Flesh.... for earthworms to digest
The scent of candles..a lone woman prays...
The flame flickers...now she's buried in the next grave..
Time don't exist here...we all seen our last hour..
Returned to the grain.. for mother earth to devour
There's people here from all walks..of life and both genders
Those who will be remembered..you never leave once you enter
The grass is greener here..but life is not in full bloom
We only walk the earth..transparent..during the full moon
To stand on this soil's.... like standing on a portal
The doorway.... we all have to go thru as a mortal
Six Feet...we lie in a scratch on the earth's surface
And roam over it's skin in life...searching for purpose
But it all ends the same..this lesson in life's hard...
Every man that breathes today will someday reach the graveyard