Driving Past Graves
Driving silently past graves behind a fence
Somber souls of different walks been spent
Some have been buried throughout the years.
Teenagers who have given their lovers tears.
Shells of people rotting in the cold ground
Some from cancer, some crashed and drowned
Some from gang gun fire, some during sex
One from writing bouncing, fraudulent checks
Desperate souls snuffed at their own hand
Life’s too short to be written in the sand
Many hearts have come to a screeching halt
Death comes to everyone, who’s at fault?
Makes one think of a time fated to come
When our walk on this world will yet be done.
Make your actions count each and every day,
Don’t just sit on this Earth as if made of red clay.
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