Poetry

1. Ancient angel made of stone,
   sitting on the grave alone.
   Waiting patient night and day,
   to keep all evil far away...
   

2. There is so much death and dying
   all along life's rocky way.
   But it stops our pain and crying
   and it sends us on our way.
   On our way to meet the loved ones
   who had died and gone before.
   To prepare a place to meet us
   somewhere on a golden shore..