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I walk the path - slowly
There is no hurry for the dead
My fingers softly brushing,
Trailing along the smooth Wall Only the many indentations
Of engraved names
Breaking the smoothness
And, artifacts of sorrow
Left in honor and remembrance
I stop, now and again
Reading names, reading names...
Strangely, I always look
For my own name
My own name engraved
In black stone
Perhaps it is my own guilt
And, my own graying reflection
And, the tears, the tears
Always come, always come The Three Soldiers
(Are they crying, too?)
Seem to follow me as I walk
Back and forth, back and forth
Fingers softly brushing black stone
I hope that you will take some time, this Memorial Day weekend, to remember the original purpose behind this time and give a nod, however briefly, to our men and women in our military services and to all our veterans out there.