At a gravestone: A poem 

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What thicket caused his tears? 

What deluge roused his fears? 

Did he have a history of cheer? 

Did he travel far and wide or near? 

How sick was he when he passed? 

Was rancour his breath till the last? 

Did he cower helplessly in winter’s blast? 

Or revel in spring’s endearing cast? 

How many and whom did he love? 

Did he thank the good God above? 

A sky has colour when it has meaning 

A child’s future is in its early weaning 

Did his troubles make him want to stop? 

Did he have the courage and wherewithal to cop? 

A gravestone can only tell a date and name 

It doesn’t say who or what is to blame 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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