A Soul And I

Written December 11, 1989

The cemetery with it’s mystery

Tends to comfort and frighten me

With the full old man big and bright

It leads the way and gives me light

The wind it dances and plays with the trees

It frolics through marble so careless and free

It blows at my hair and blows through my clothes

It laughs at me for the things I don’t know

I walk past the angels crumpled with age

And down past a cross with so much to say

Past McKay, Watkins, Connelly, and Smith

I think of the people I dearly miss

Further I walk and find a stone

So crumpled and decrepit and so alone

My eyes well up and a tear falls down

It drops on the lonely headstone I’ve found

It makes my young heart ache and hurt

To see this tombstone covered in dirt

I bend so close and wipe away

The weeds, the dirt and the decay

I make the stone as clean as I can

With only the use of both of my hands

I make a vow that I’d be back

With all the things tonight I lack

I get up to leave and smile down

Upon the broken soul that I’ve found

I hope that now he can rest

For a caretaker I’ve become and we both are blessed

December 11, 1989