By D.C. Young
Beyond the gates and down the path
beneath life’s fallen sky,
Among the flowers and marble stone
I sit and wonder why.
Why is it me instead of you
who sits here all alone,
Why is it you instead of me
who’s name is carved in stone.
It should have been the other way
you sitting here not I,
But God chose you instead of me
I know not how or why.
And with no time to right the wrong
or speak the words unsaid,
With no time left to hold you near
I cry among the dead.
Beyond the gates and down the path
beneath life’s fallen sky,
Among the flowers and marble stone
I whisper my goodbye.
Barbara W OConnor says:
Very beautiful and sad
Lynne durkee says:
Your poetry is so good and beautiful, it often makes me weep.
Randy Ferguson says:
Wow! Such a heartfelt poem! I don’t always comment, but with each poem I read, I think to myself, this one of my favorites.