Late Tribute to Our Veterans
This poem is two weeks late, however it is still relevant since November is still with us and our wounds, like our memories, are still open and raw. Please forgive my "harping" on a theme that can never grow old. This poem "wrote" itself in my head the other night and did not let me sleep so I had to just get up and put my pen to paper.
Another Tribute to Our Veterans
No one stops at that graveyard now
No one stops to stare
At those endless rows of crosses
We're so used to seeing them there.
We gather there just once a year
A tribute for to pay
To thank them for their sacrifice
On each Remembrance Day.
But those crosses keep on reminding us
Of the souls we can't forget
Those strangers who gave up their lives
For folks they had never met.
Those souls were someone's brother
Those souls were someone's friend
Once they held a baby
Once they held a hand.
But that heart has now stopped beating
That laugh is forever still
That mind has now stopped dreaming
Of goals they'll not fulfill.