From time to time, I have read poems on graves, scribbled behind bathroom doors, shared in anonymous forums. These have no digital footprint and therefore, because memory is imperfect, they are scribed here.
A nice rhyme scheme and a pleasant cadence.
Do not so quick spurn one in plight --
The wheels of Fate so turns
In fashions which grant grim delight
That fortune one day burns.
Do not so quick serve one of light --
As the zealot later learns
The fall of kings and age of night
Is the fate which fervor earns.
This one is particularly sad and made me cry. I saw it etched into a memorial :(.
I was a traveler
Across the country far and wide
I heard the mountain's testimony
And saw the skies declare his glory
Along the highways I traveled
Till concrete and steel collapsed
Although I was crushed and buried
I am still alive!
But as man's work failed me
My savior stood by me
Remember the works of Jesus Christ
For his love endures forever