Penn Cemetery

He's just the man that mows between the headstones.

Never ending drones, just sitting and watching the grass grow.

He waits and wonders when his time will come.

This is the everyday, the way he'll stay, the never ending expectation.

He'll never leave, never perceive, the world that's outside the stone wall. 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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