A graveyard lies silent,
lit only by the evening sun.
I walk among the tombstones
wondering when I will be gone.
I read one of them,
for me nothing but a name.
But behind it lies a story
of both happiness and pain.
Hundreds upon hundreds
lies here forever sleeping.
But everyone have once lived,
been both laughing and weeping.
I wonder if I will be mourned
when my body is completely rotten.
Will I be remembered and missed
or will I be completely forgotten?
But even those who might mourn
in time they will also pass away.
Everything will someday cease,
in the end nothing escapes decay.
Yet I am content, death I no longer fear.
My life will end, but until then I am here.