Graves

Where those flowers bloom,

There is a defiant gloom,

In a graveyard so neat,

You'd think they'd tell you where are the feet!

Standing on ground so priss and prim,

The gravediggers don't know when to leave them,

Too tired standing on confusing graves,

Leaving early is the same,

Just remember: Jesus saves!

Author's Note

Any advice will be appreciated.

Reviews

[Crowley]

I don’t know if I have advice, but, I really like the curtness of the thought. That last line is a punch and takes this way beyond the disposition of the flowers . Nice work!