I climbed the fence

to old man potter’s field

where the fog hung low

just above the ground.

 

And as I looked all around

those eerily empty tombs

this is what I found.

 

There stood

a certain headstone,

void of a name,

instead was etched an inscription,

’twas a bit of wisdom

written with a twist—

and this is what it read:

 

“Remember me, as you pass by,

as you are now, so once was I,

as I am now, you too shall be,

so prepare for expiration and follow me.”

 

With a pen and paper in hand,

I left a silly note—

a small little anecdote:

 

“To follow you, I won’t consent,

until I know

which way you went.”

 

Ryan Love © 2018


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