In the garden down the path over across the way,

I met a friend from long ago just the other day.

We talked of things of this and that the way things must have been,

Lost lovers, friends who had past and even next of kin.

We walked and talked and walked some more I feel I must ask again,

Of friends and loved ones gone before and where they will remain.

They like it there, thier hearts desire is granted everyday,

Time to change the subject now before the break of day.

You know I was a mighty soldier once all the gods agree,

I faught so many and sent them to the gates of hell you see.

So I watch, my mission clear to stand and guard this gate,

From dusk till dawn in rain or snow and hope my relief's not late.

I lived my life so full of zest, he really should not boast,

Well it's off again back to my rest says my friend the ghost.

James Gower

Aug.8,2002