I passed a cemetery of the long lost
Of poor souls who paid the cost
I thought while walking as I pass on by
Thinking they have nothing to say
As I paused in step along my way

But in peace with no more words
I thought they alone hear the birds
Pray my footsteps did not disturb them?
No more to argue, fuss and fight
Resting quietly both day and night

Stoic Poetry


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