It’s not that I don’t love the sound of feet above my head
the marching bands & speeches from my eternal bed
the red, white and blues, the how-do-you-do’s, the flags on every street
God knows there’s something missing, gone missing in the heat
It’s not the heat of battle that put me in my grave…
But the heat of wanting something more than me to save
The years have taken something more precious than we knew
And turned it into something else, less noble, right and true
It’s not that I don’t appreciate and love the honor of this day
But rather what you’ve done with him, how you’ve hidden him away
So thank you all for coming to visit this old soldier’s grave, but…
Please find the one gone missing, the something more than you to save…
Shutupnsing ~ May 30, 2016 Honor (Please listen after reading)
Thank you for this reminder Chip! Not only for “the one gone missing, the something more than you to save…”, but for the song which names the one gone missing………
A solemn day for America, Memorial Day. Solemn indeed!
God Bless You Ron…no one steadier than you! 😉
Bravo chip. Great poem to contemplate every year.
Thanks D!