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The Past is still AliveJust like the pages of a book, I absorb each line well, Studying the faded words, each a unique story to tell, An epitaph of their life, inscribed forever in stone, A walk in the cemetery, with thoughts not my own, Having no more family, to lay flowers on their grave, Families with commitments, only memories they save, Stand still and wonder, amazing histories will unfold, With each etched in granite, their eternal story is told, Modern life so busy, running ourselves into the ground, However that is the place, where new lessons are found, So learn from our for-bearers, their inscriptions will last, The solitude of a graveyard, remaining alive with the past Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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