A Walk in the Cemetery

A Walk in the Cemetery

As I walk through the graveyard I see many headstones,
Bearing the names of women and men,
Even children can be found,
Now and then.

These stones are carefully etched with neat lettering,
To remind the wanderer passing by,
Time runs out for all of us,
One day we will die.

These deceased people are unknown to me,
But others know them very well,
They journeyed with them,
And stories can tell.

Sometimes touching words are written on their resting place,
And I wonder “What will my grave say?
I must be a better man,
Starting today.”