I
saw the strangest thing today
While
walking all alone.
A garden for the dead it was,
Though slightly overgrown.
It welcomed me with a friendly warmth
Like none I had back home.
But once inside I felt a chill
Seep down into my bone.
The tea set out on a silver tray
Had long ago grown cold.
Ants covered thick the sour
grapes
Even the air was old.
For
years and years this party sat
Waiting for a jig.
But the dancers tired of it all so quick,
Their sorrow grown too big.
I felt
this place was not without
Its share of souls alive.
But a
body with both flesh and blood
In
this place could not survive.
With
shock and wonder I understood
They wanted me to
stay.
It took
a while to think it through
Before I went my way.
Whether I was right or wrong
To leave the way I came
I
know if I should change my mind
The place will be the same.
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