A Pot Of Dirt

I sit here with a pot of earth

Examining the souls true worth

From casket to a rolling hearse

Just inches from six feet of dirt

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Diagnosed with restless legs

Hanging thoughts on wooden pegs

Gathering dust and doubt it seems

Choosing to stay lost in vivid dreams

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I watch as flowers break the ground

Such struggle, without making sound

The sun, its petals soon will crown

This simple beauty so profound

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Displayed sentiment, upon a grave

Its life a price, seems too has paid

Adorns the earth where loved ones lay

Emotions share what once was saved

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Flowers bloom and fade away

Ashes to ashes, again, one day

To be the soil of potted clay

Growing the bud that heals the gray