Conversations in a Cemetery…

Do we speak to ourselves?

Or are we talking to those dear departed?

Are they listening, or are they so far aparted,

That they have no desire to hear our problems,

Theirs is only that they are dead,

Ours are all in our head…

If they could render advice,

What do you think they would advise?

To take our own lives; to move into a coffin our size?

Or to take a pill, and live with our problems,

They will get much worse with time if we allow them…

Or to maybe, they may say, get over yourself,

You are not all that important,

Life is too short to get so upset,

Over that which will not bother us,

Once we are dead…

      © ed – 3/4/04