Tomorrow

It is tomorrow …
the list are put away,
flags are folded
the echo of speeches,
names and taps has faded,
flowers in the wreaths
have begun to wilt.

It is tomorrow …
heroes will fall,
they will hate us still,

It is tomorrow …
and you have already forgotten.

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One response to “Tomorrow

  1. Well said Mark, well said. Some of us don’t forget though, do we?

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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