Faded Flowers
Faded Flowers o'er my head
Once alive, now with me dead.
Did those I love my name forget?
Has time errased my sad regret?
From this world I did depart
Amid bitter tears and broken heart!
Now I lie here alone,
My name engraved on sanded stone.
Here in Sheol my body waits,
For heaven's trump to seal my fate.
Now strangers walk before my face
With no respect for this place.
Here alone, I'll spend my hours
With changing seasons and faded flowers.
William E Lee
Copyright 1996
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