Wednesday, September 06, 2006

My Crypt

my crypt

In the cold damp crypt
the iron gate groaned,
'it is not your time'

But I am so tired

The marble hard and stern
'you haven't learned enough'

But my head is aching

The dust that clung to the walls whispered,
'your journey is still afoot'

But my body is exhausted

And the ghosts of my ancestors quieted all the tension
'Do not fret, you are next.'