I went for my usual long walk today,
I stopped where time stopped – on my way,
I walked into the old Jewish necropolis,
The cemetery the underground metropolis,
Where all come to their final resting place,
Where words on cement will replace a face,
Where all words will be praising and commend,
After your death, why should anyone want to offend?
We rather offend the living so they can hear,
The bad and ugly that we so like to smear,
I walked on the grass and the soil and turf,
In death together are master and serf,
Looked at names, read the dates, many young,
Many died before their praise was sung,
Beautiful headstones artistically engraved,
For future generations are to be saved,
I like to walk the big old cemeteries,
In Toronto, in Rome and especially Paris,
Where many of the names are known,
From Oscar Wild to Jim Morrison,

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