We Salute You

by | Oct 29, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

Tis pen to paper time
And glass to lips.
Clouded memories
And heart felt sighs.

When time stops still again,
The barriers of age
Tis the summer of 82

Everyman an Emperor!
And before God
On bended knee,
Still our ranks swell.


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