Cold Marble Stone

by

William B Myers

As I gaze across, a field of gray,

cold marble stones dot the way

They mark the place our loved ones lay,

for eternity and a day

The sky’s alight with the fires of time,

that last till morning when the sun will shine

and cast off the shadows of the frigid night,

warming the stones with it’s light

Our future holds what here is found,

no gold or diamonds can buy this ground

No matter what in life we gain,

When it's gone only this remains

The jewels and treasures we amass,

must remain here in the past

For what we have beyond the grave,

will depend on how we reach that day.