Tribute

Tribute 10/29/2014

We drank in the cemetery

And sweat in the sun

So we took refuge under a hardwood

And sat on the roots.

Of all the parties

This was the blackest

Chatting quietly

As if they could hear.

I walked around the tombstones

And calculated the dates

Mostly sons and daughters

Taken before their time.

It was a melancholy feeling

To know and to breathe

Enjoying a life underserved

And half understood. 

I guess its okay

If these words are insufficient

Because in the end

All we can do

Is our best at the time. 

I am searching for something

And I can only find

What is ahead

Or behind.

We live out our circumstances

And hopefully we stretch them out

Become something more

From the inside out. 

I stand on the shoulders of others

Far larger than me

And thus I am able to see farther

Than I ever could on my own. 

There may not be a laurel wreath

And there may not be a thanks

But gifts are just gifts

Be they large or small. 

This is what I have

Right here and right now

Let it be more

Than I think

And better than I deserve.

Either for me

Or for a stranger

We live out

What we have

So let it be more

And not less.

The drunks leave the party

And the dead rest in peace

All together we remain

Forever in words.