Potter’s Field

I climbed the fence
to old man potter’s field
the fog hung low above the ground
while I looked all around
those eerily empty tombs
this is what I found
a certain headstone
void of a name
it held an inscription instead
’twas a bit of wisdom
written with a twist
and this is what it read:
“remember me, as you pass by,
as you are now, so once was I,
as I am now, you too shall be,
prepare for expiration and follow me.”
with a pen and paper in hand
I left a silly note
a small little anecdote:
“to follow you, I won’t consent,
for I do not know which way you went.”
BeLove © 2017

 

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