Into the twilight of tomorrow
chases the fears of yesterdays sorrows
Forever running from the hounds' bey
Never knowing the why, only the push of the chase
Consumed in angst forever longing in life
Nipped at the heels clawed at the face
No rest, no hope
The hounds' bey always ringing in ones' ears
Chiseled here in stone set upon hallowed ground
testaments in time,
of beloved husband, wife, son or daughter.
Families love and caring ever evident
through seasons passing.
Gallant service above and beyond one's call,
forever held by name, and rank for all to witness.
Innocence lost to early shown in tear stained granite.
Lives so different my yesterdays.
Within the shrill of the hounds' bey,
sinking from yesterdays
a heart longs of
innocent, beloved, gallant in tear stained granite.
Gold trophy winner
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