Wilted Roses 2

Form: English Sonnet

Worn are the faces of aged stone graves
Sun, wind, and rain have beaten all to dust.
Words lost to time in twilight’s damask waves.
The unused gateway gathers shards of rust.
Once vibrant petals are withered and dry
Left once, now an act of remembrance lost.
Wilted roses remain alone, left to die
And weigh the invisible spirit cost.
Silent the sleepers in the church’s yard,
Undisturbed by the passers by now.
Forgotten faces from when times were hard
Reading and writing, most didn’t know how.
So many forgotten over passing years,
Did anyone once stand by shedding lost tears?

©JG Farmer 2008

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