The
Flower At The Grave
He
hates walking through cemeteries
It
isn’t all of the tombstones
Nor
is it the sadness of loss
His
eyes tear up when he sees certain graves
Ones
where the deceased are forgotten or ignored
No
one ever mourns for them
Has
there ever been a tear shed for them
Does
anyone even know that they are there
He
stops at each one and each person by name
Leaving
a single flower on each one
And
saying a prayer for each person
He
knows it probably doesn’t make a difference
At
least not to anyone he knows
But
if just one soul smiles because of him
He
believes that he made a difference
And
that makes him happy
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