Shall I intrude
Into their quietude?
The wind sings
As I,
Alone
Pass by
Gravestone.
Time has stopped,
For those below.
I have the clock
And somewhere to go.
But the wind sings
Softly to me
In the churchyard tree.
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K Morris - Poet 
Time rushes by, indeed, Kevin, but not for those under the gravestones. A thoughtful poem. I love it.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted you like my poem. I live opposite to a church and take a short cut through the churchyard practically every day, and sometimes several times a day.
Best wishes. Kevin
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Thank you for the kind share, Michael.
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Wow! Unexpectedly serious and very thoughtsful. Thanks for sharing, Kevin! Enjoy the day! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m pleased you appreciate my poem. I enjoy writing a variety of poetry, both serious and humorous. Life is full of variety and I write as the mood takes me. All the very best and enjoy your day. Kevin
Thats great, and shows the real poet, Kevin! Thank you, and have a nice rest of the day too. xx Michael
Thank you for your kind comment, Michael. And enjoy your weekend. Best wishes. Kevin
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