The lane to the graveyard

When in the morning I walk down my lane

I liberate my heart of bad dreams and pain

And I say ‘’Hello!’’ to people walking by

Some of them I know, some don’t know who are,

But I keep just greeting, I don’t mind their thoughts

‘Cos I know amid them may be one who ought, to

Need my morning greeting, to help them ware a smile

And ease their walk past me for a further other mile

Maybe they too, may have dreamt  

Of a lonely empty world

The oceans of our old sorrows

The rivers of our uncertainties…

On Sunday morning a bouquet of daffodils

I lay on a stranger’s grave

A handful of sweets I spray randomly

A bottle of water I save

For the neighbouring grave’s flower pots

Because time will come, I feel, I will need

I piece of land where to rest in peace

When my lingering years have gone

I am making friends with the dead

Because that’s a world in itself too

When I go, they’ll be thirsty for news

And I’ll have plenty to tell…

I will tell them, that they’re safe, for now

People are confused and impaired

They only need to keep an open eye for the cows

‘Cos the cemetery’s gate had been disturbed

And look after one another

Because the living have gone mad

It’s not worth to even bother

Waking up and try to rise….

Perparim 2000