Standards hang static while Twilight pinpricks
Gleam in the velvet dusk
Tunes long past prime
Reach forward
With cadence and voice
Aged eyes and feet
Measure the beat
Swing to the rhythm again
Memories take wingHeavens thrum
With echoes of glory and pain
Relics assembled together
Lest we forget
To shake the hands of heroes
Soon enough after the real war is fought in the nation we will either be shaking the heroes hands or all be cast as relics of a day gone by. Vote progressive.
ReplyDeleteAlways do, WM.
ReplyDeleteAlways mindful of what came before, to light the way on the path to the future.