Here lies 'John Doe' The undearly departed. He died leaving no one broken-hearted. "He was a good man", the preacher had said. But under his breath was" he's better off dead." Buried under a weeping willow, a fitting place, No one else would shed a tear down their uncaring face. The only gravestone without flowers Sat there through many an April shower. Then one blistering hot summer day. A man came and passed that way. Walking through the stone scattered yard Wandering underneath a willow, He stumbles on something hard. With his hands he pushes the brush aside With one life-long glance, he started to cry. He lifted the toppled stone, Put it in its place, and began to speak. "You were my only friend", he started, very weak. "You don't know how much you influenced me. I was headed down a path that was bleak But something you said changed the coarse of my life Because of this I have much less strife. You said, "follow your heart, shoot for your dream, Don't get bogged down in another meandering stream If you get caught with a gorge on your road Remember, It's the dream, not the time nor the mode That builds a bridge that makes the way That gets you to your place at the end of your day." After saying this, he looked up toward the tree. "This is the most fitting place he could be, Because you will always be weeping for him, Even after I'm gone. Take care of him willow, for he's a friend of mine." Then the man turned and walked away, But as he was leaving he thought he heard the willow say, "Keep dreaming the dream, and following your heart, Then from you his dream will never part." ~ Jeff Matheson ~ Next Place Of Remembrance Home Page compossed by TigerEyes on May 22, 2000.© 2000 TigerEyes Graphics was made just for this poem. Do not take them please!