The Cross

I am stumbling and falling down.

Every step had made with a false.
There are minuses so many
In my life. But I’m seeing the Cross

At the cemetery. Standing. Thinking.
How you’d smiled and how you’d lived.
You remember? Life came so quickly.
Now all have been completed.

And, of cause, a plus and a mines
Make a minus, like rulers says.
You stand just behind me now.
It makes extra plus in this rebus.

Plus and minus lay on the paper.
Mathematics play with them.
And the Cross was a shaper
Changed the minuses to the plus again.