"BROTHERS"
The purple-blue of twilight, evening brings
Murmuring voices, a mourning dove that sings
A soldier then and now, I straighten as "TAPS" rings
I see faces that are but shadows in a darkening sky
Hear the voices of the night, sounds of a fight, and grown men cry
And, wonder in my heart and mind, ... WHY?
Life has begun to slow, my age to show
I gather my pen and on paper bear my soul
Only in this way can I my futile grief show
My friends are listed here
Some I did not know, yet friends I hold dear
Others wonder why I touch a name and wipe away my tears
If they only understood
We were ...
"BROTHERS"
Copyright Richard W. Taylor 2002