2009-01-23 12:47:17 UTC
The place, with quiet stillness lay
A path, a quiet refuge in the storm
The yard where joyfull children used to play
Is now the home where people come to mourn
The windows once so full of dancing light
Now dark and quiet death has taken hold
No longer signs of ones last futile fight
Reveals the fate of all who are now old
Please your compliments/constructive criticism