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All around
I hear
The sound
Of birds in the graveyard near
To my home.

As I walk alone,
Through this place of bone,
A thought profound,
“Those underground
Can not hear”.



Often do I have cause
For thought, yet seldom pause
Here for long.
Perhaps it is a strong
Desire to forget my fate
Which leads me, (be it early or late),
Without a backward glance
Lest by some mischance
I see my own ghost,
To post-haste, exit the graveyard gate
And enter again
This temporary realm of men.