Without Purpose

If without purpose

one drifts through life

he/she encounters no-one

friends become enemies

all the worlds played out 

in shadows over an empty grave

which reads:

life and death together

hold the key to eternity

Cemetery

passing by a cemetery
one wonders who is buried there
how long did they live for
do people visit them often

and in passing should we leave flowers
to adorn their head stones
weeping angels and jesus on the cross

some graves if left unkempt
linger on without regret
pictures to remind us who they were
as our memories fade

surrounded by walls
here lies our fate
for it comes too late