Here lie the bodies of Mary and John,
who departed this life near two centuries gone,
remembered or missed?
They are warmed by the sun, epitaphs faded with time,
His name is still clear; Mary's fades with the years,
Time shall not dim?
Years younger in life, he is still younger now,
He stands straight and tall, Mary leans to the wall,
Beloved once kissed?
Thick moss keeps them warm, like a layer of time,
Stones that were clean, are now muddied and green,
Loves last gift?
They continue to age, since they first passed away,
Words fight with rough stone, for shadows long gone,
Thy will be done?
