Words said over the new-turned earth
Will fade into the ether.
And words in stone atop that final berth
Will yield to weather;
Mere dates, they cannot assay the worth
Of he resting nether.
But even if words said pass; stones burst,
If mankind recalls neither
Good acts while in the world’s immerse
Speak to the soul’s Weigher.
No more heed what comes here by hearse;
He’s with Him together.
I am a retired FBI Special Agent. I wrote this to commemorate in a small way the passing of SA Barry Bush, laid to rest yesterday in Pennsylvania.
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". . . it's all about the sacrifice/And the weapons you choose." Tonic - Casual Affair
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"I am no one special, just a common man with common thoughts. I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect, I've succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and for me, that has always been enough." from The Notebook
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