In Paradisum ( Oblivion)

A school I attended has an intriguing situation

Across the street from it is a graveyard

A lasting memorial.

How fit to place those in the beginning of life,

Near those who have left it.

Their souls or spirits, essence of eternity, gone forevermore.

In Paradisum.

I have been to a few funerals.

Though I could have been to far more.

Some have passed and were quite old.

Some passed and were children.

All gone now.

In Paradisum.

I walked in a cemetery,

For no ceremony,

On my own accord,

An act so strange,

All are gone now,

In this empty silence.

In Paradisum.

An author had an insight,

I once read it,

" funerals are for the living" ,

They said,

How true since,

They're all gone now.

In Paradisum.

I remember the mourners,

As I walked among the tombstones,

I remember the memorials,

The wake,

The tears,

All gone now.

We all went on,

With our lives,

Of course we had no

Other choice,

They are all gone now.

In Paradisum.

Black suits, dark sunglasses.

Heavy hearts and heavy caskets.

While the sun shined brightly,

Those days passed like any other,

All gone now.

In Paradisum.

A lasting tribute,

A memory not forgotten,

Until it is forgotten,

All gone now.

In Paradisum.

The graveyard by the school.

A lesson in mortality?

The kids I went there with,

Have moved on so have I,

All gone now.

A hundred years before,

A hundred years hence,

The people come,

The people go,

But not in this graveyard,

They never come here,

But they never leave here,

In Paradisum.