To the Dead Men

To all the dead men I never knew

And the ones I will and did

May your soul find slumber in your grave

And coins upon your lid

 

What you did when you were here

Will not in haste soon be forgot

But as is cruel the dawning freeze

Another claims your spot

Do not elapse the deeds of men

For the books they live to write

Do haunt the histories of the old

And the mourners in their nights.

 

Now grieve then smile

Then wipe your shedding tear

Move on through life then join them

And remember those not here.

– A Respectful Record of Myself

(1/6/2018)

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