Uploaded November 9, 2015 by rochellewisoff

3 comments on “JHC5

  • He walked past the grave yard every day
    There never was very much to say.
    He didn’t talk much any way
    But whenever he walked past the graveyard
    He knew a special silence in his mind
    For a while, he would be aware of it
    As he walked
    This silent grief, this pain, this sorrow for the world for this world
    They had died before him
    So it goes.
    But all the same here was
    Alive and walking to work.

    P.S. Rochelle, I have another good photo for you.


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