Memorial Day

A short poem on our perished heroes

The first, last, and in between

every death is a burden

a ceased plant in the winter snow

words full of deepening sorrow

and tragedy too dreadful for discussion

yet a day marked for each

can be a light for remembrance

to honor every single one

that showed courageous intentions

so look not to the future

but instead at the distant past

for every fallen soldier

that makes memorial day last

Author's Note

thank you for reading!

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