Days

I live in a world of living, and of dead.

My friend, my Father- when will I join them?

A man lies dying on a foreign field,

the names of his children on his lips.

What consequence? Who shall hear?

Those children soon follow.

A thousand yesterdays have passed,

carrying with them a thousand souls.

A thousand tomorrows lie ahead,

along with only one certainty.

One of those days will be mine,

and I but a brief memory.

01MAR1998