Why do you stand weeping at my grave?
You have no right: as in life, you never gave me the time of day.
No call or message, that would have been nice!
Perhaps a chat or friendly advice.
Would that have been too much to pay?
Just to have acknowledge me for a day!
Why do you stand weeping at my grave?
You were oblivious to my pain: although I tried to explain.
Did I offend you in some way?
Or did you think ignoring me: was ok!
Why no attempt to meet with me?
Or a desire to speak to me?
Why do you stand weeping at my grave?
Was my leaving such a disgrace?
Did it contribute to a lose of face?
Why did you judge me so harshly?
It was not your place!
I loved you dearly: but things were said.
My heart has always ruled my head!
Why do you stand weeping at my grave?
Sadly I see no sorrow in your eyes.
It’s too late to explain or apologise.
Too late to put ills to right: I’ve passed through the light.
If there’s the remotest thought for me: with respect walk away.
Don’t stand weeping at my grave.
Similarly to one of your previous pieces, I truly admire the power of the words, the repetitions are amazingly strong. I hope that in reality it isn’t too late like in the poem… Well, it’s never too late anyway, is it?
Thank you, so value your comments. Head bursting with verses so glad I joined the society, recommend it all. Beats visiting a shrink!!!!