Too often obscured
by the fog
of daily life
are remembrances
Our thoughts propelled
by today's wants
of tommorrow
hiding banality
Only reminded, interrupted
by an event
of scheduled observance
diminishing authenticity
Maybe tragic loss
by nature or man
of significant power
clarifies vision
Forced or coerced
by shock and the reality
of not being alone
memories stirred
Now made aware
by the clamoring throng
of holiday revellers
memories flicker
Prompted to salute
by ostracizm or honor
of things sadly forgotten
temporary sorrow
The fog is lifted
by communal celebration
of warrented dedication
we cheer
Never to be shaded
by dayplanners objectives
of unimportant fodder
till tomorrow.
Author notes
Woke up happy and was then hit with the cynical stick
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