I’ve buried my Brother I’ve buried my Dad I’ve buried my Mother which I found very sad
I’ve buried my uncle and buried my aunt
Some thoughts you can bury and some thoughts you can’t
Some thoughts make you happy
Some thoughts make you sad
And thinking a thought in itself is not bad
But thought is reflection on things that are done
Or thought for the future of what’s to become
Thinking deep thought is good for the mind
Thinking of others is what makes you kind
Some people think like others that drink
They can’t get enough of the cerebral kink
Their minds overdriven with thought that is riven
With fabulous things to mankind that are given.
But my thought as I sit by myself by the tree,
Is I am just here, insignificant me
Alone with my thoughts that are just mine to keep.
To make my laugh or to make me weep.
They help me remember the times that are lost,
In my memories depth and I now count the cost
Of things that are done that are now set in stone.
Of things that have happened that have left me alone
But thought for the future is bright like a star
With an unknown time to journey that far
To reach the goal is a thought to hold true
It’s reached by all but given to few.
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