I have music on this morning
as our world memorializes the many losses
and deep rooted fear
that is the very core of life itself.
Raised in the arms of a man in uniform
a small shy child of yesterday
a deep affection grew
from the patriotic life my breeding ground.
Does my heart not shed a tear
remembering all those who lost their life
normal day until
until it wasn't really any more?
I encompass so much more
when I turn to the west as the sun sets
for death sits quietly
no need to journey beyond his rock.
Paths crossing at angles
wanderers leaning upon their security
a crooked staff of humanity
good is an illusion form in a kinder song.
Mourn my fellow travelers
knowing that under each foothold
lies the story of another
who so courageously walked this way.
We're all heading to the foothills
some taking time to linger
others in a hurry to find the imaginary end
death waits...patiently.
For he knows we come of our own accord
in the end he will always win
mourn little children
as you move up the mountain.
Live in the acknowledgment
that each day is a wonderful adventure
a homage to existence
leave no stone unturned or left behind.
barb
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