Playing in the Graveyard

Aren't we always playing in the graveyard or just biding time?

Often green like a pasture, always waiting places to rest in the here after

Oldest game in town trying to stay on the upside of down, many thoughts on final days to varied to count the ways, from basic or sublime

We stay as time ticks away, daily drifting on the edge many bound by some religious pledge will our final words be ours or pleasantly passed on by some unknown pastor?

Not always a plan or death in the first degree no odds on a final decree, set thoughts aside and be free, no test for the final cut be it sudden or divine

Many memories and thoughts hover over all those plots, simple and silent, flecks of color from flowers add life, so silent if we listen do we hear our pain or their laughter

Fountain of sorrow won't wait until tomorrow, will we take in its beauty or be drowned in it, golden faucet doesn't flow with poison water, no time to redesign

Many Worry about falling at the time of their calling, r.i.p. rest in peace, or r.i.p.  repelled into purgatory, read a page or a big book never know that final chapter

Will we take in its beauty or be drowned in it, no need to close your eyes set aside what you despise, why hide under the clouds when you can grow in the sunshine

Mark time as a saint, still pass with a faint, we make the mark not the mausoleum or in a potter's field, use the meadow and flowers to become a dancer

Life as a gift, count it as a win if we understand, feeling it as a joyous occasion, we are left as simply human, learn to balance the pain often our biggest gain

Destiny not always in our hands, to many ways left unexplained be it day or night, today or tomorrow,  can't run away, fate always finds us no matter how much we discuss or live silently or have an enhancer

Are we ever ready for a giant wave to take it all away or prefer to drift back into a safe eddy? The sky is filled with redemption while the ground takes all with little exception R.C.