I did not attend the Memorial Day parade,
But it wasn’t because I had nothing to say.
It wasn’t because I did not believe,
It wasn’t because I did not value their deeds.
I had something instead that I needed to do,
I have some memories of my own if you want to know the truth.
I have made mistakes and blunders, and have ill spoken words,
I have hurt others, and made many things worse.
On Memorial Day when many mourn and feel blue,
Remember the person who is gone, their deeds, and what they mean to you.
Never let memories of them grow stagnant or old,
Because the world can still be beautiful, and their story must be told.
A dream realized is a dream no more,
And memories can be pleasant or be quite sore.
What we do with thoughts will determine our way,
Our memories guide us, but we have the final say.
I did not attend the Memorial Day parade,
But now that it’s over I wish that I came.
I wish that my thoughts could be filled with good cheer,
I wish that my life could be lived without fear.
The band played on,
The Merchant Marines proudly marched,
Time moved on,
And so have my thoughts.
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