Headstones

I've never been to see their graves,
Nor was I there to say good-bye.
To attend I would have made some waves,
It's enough to break me down and cry.

The worst part is that I grow older,
With the life I live making me so tired.
Yet a rage within still does smoulder,
In that, perhaps, I am inspired.

To make the trip to Fairview,
Before my own bill comes due.