Marble Stone
The leaves have fallen to the ground,lying there stripped naked and bare.
Battle scars and touch of gray,
with age it always ends that way.
Falling tears spread all around,
laying there still, all alone.
Life was always full of fire,
but now it's cold like marble stone.
So tall and strong and proud,
to passers by you're broke and prone.
They did not come to witness life,
just come to see you when you're gone.
They don't see you as you were,
they only see you as you are.
With just a touch of gray, and no longer full of fire.
They flew in from near and far,
they had to put it off three days.
The leaves were scattered to the wind,
but they all came back to pray.
To kiss your cheek one last time,
and to wish the mourners well,
they say for sure that you're in Heaven,
when most likely you're in Hell.
Leaves are falling to the ground,
till your life has stripped you bare.
All lined up for the last reading,
hoping just to get a share.
A four wheeled drive in life desire,
till a cylinder was blown.
Life was always full of fire,
but now as cold as marble stone.
by Bobby Hill
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