A Stone Wall

A Stone Wall I was taking pictures of some old stone walls when When my feeble mortality struck me, The stone dug up from rust red road to divide for all Time whose property it was And they will be there long after I have gone. Not that I wish to be a stone like the ones in the wall Rain and the sun it must be boring Still I reflect upon my demise and cannot make up My mind cremation or giving my body back to the earth And my bones will be turned into gravel in someone's Drive in, this confounded old age I have sagging ears Like an elephant but I'm running out of years