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Jan 2020
The Graveyards Gate

    I stand here not wanting to cross
The threshold into the land of the dead
But I force myself to do it from time to
Time even though it’s something I dread

We’ve lost so many and I come to visit
Unsure if they know
And I wonder how long I should stay
Before I decide to go

I think about myself among the living
Walking and talking in their space
And if they can do the same in ours
Or if they are restricted in this place

In my heart I know there’s a heaven above
But I’m not sure if they all made it there
I wonder if they know the love in my heart
Or if they are completely unaware

It’s the hardest thing that I do because
It means I have to face that they’re gone
I have to re cry tears I cried when I said goodbye
And again I have force myself to move on

It’s so hard to re visit the pain of the loss
So forgive me as I hesitate
And it chills me to know that one day
I will permanently cross the graveyards gate

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 01/28/2020
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Chuck Kean
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Chuck Kean  62/M/Ohio
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