Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Passing by an old graveyard I yelled to the old man Eerily singing a dead man’s song, “Sing me a song of mirth and cheer.” The old man replied with eerily sigh, “I cannot, I only know songs of death and dismay.” I called again with vigor and resolve, “Sing… Continue reading I yelled to the old grave man – a poem
Jona Nightingale 