Of Why I Cry
by Mike Adams
I:
III:
So I sit here and cry,
and wonder why, it
affect me so,
so in the end,
when I meet my end,
will anyone remember
me so, to lay a wreath,
a flower, a medal or letter.
I do hope so, so in the
end, what is a man
but memories of things
we did, of friends
who remember us
or us of them.
Though I am not sure why,
when I see that wall
of black stone,
cut into the earth
so green, I have to cry,
thou I did not march
in those battles long ago,
I did survive the time,
and wondered how long
will it go on?
II:
So in my times today,
I sit, and remember,
my own days of service
and still I think and wonder
why I cry when I see the wall.
I have no friends there,
no buddies to remember
and reflect on,
but I do know I am glad
that those I knew,
returned from that land
far away, either service
there or "visiting",
or not having to go.
IV:
So in the end, friendship
is saying good bye
to friends departed
and remembering them
and doing them justice
for the time we spent
with them. So I say this,
Good bye,
but not forgotten.
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