While trying to solve a mystery, I traveled to the cemetery in search for a specific name. Upon finding this headstone I read what was written there...
"Weep not for me my kindred dear, I am not dead but sleeping here, My end you know, my grave you see, Prepare yourselves to come to me."
Pondering on that phrase I had inspiration for a poem of my own...
Each name I find
deserves a face,
family, friends and a place;
While some remain a mystery,
others are revealed to me;
These people and I have become one;
Even with so much unknown;
While they lie sleeping
in their graves,
I search for the path
that gives me a name.
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