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A Different Kind of Memorial

I write this for you far too late it seems.
That the day would come, the sun would set on you
was always just a bad dream, I'd conjure in my head,
late at night while laying haphazardly in my bed.
Of course I found it to be true
and it left me speechless through and through.
You were a friend to me and a Man of God.
You were tired of standing still, so you got off your log.
And when you announced you were joining the army
I was indifferent. I didn't beam with pride, nor preach against it.
I was a pesky mouse with a million things to say, but stayed quiet.
Just what in the world could I do
that would ever compare to the Greatest Sacrifice?
We can't even sit down and talk about it
that's what they mean by the Ultimate Price.
Just how in the world do I honor thee
when I'm convinced so thoroughly
America was in the wrong?
I wish at times I could be like a sheep
and tag along.
Hold my head up high
and see the good ole red, white and blue
waving majestically in the sky.
But I can't just ignore what my heart is telling me.
It's not about taking the day-off and having a barbecue.
It's not about kicking up your feet, basking in the heat.
I respect that full-heartedly.
But with the range of emotions I'm feeling currently
I can't even shed a tear,
it just wouldn't do these feelings justice.
For it is without shame and without prejudice
I mourn the loss of anyone,
not just someone close to me.
I can't put a price tag on lives,
it's just not how I see things.
It's a lie what they tell you, digging doesn't
always get you gold, just grimier dirt.
When someone goes we all point fingers,
but in the end it's only hurt that we feel.
It's a long grieving process, but in explicable ways
some of us just won't ever heal.
Oh how I wish to grab Uncle Sam's shoulders,
screaming, "Wake UP!
We've played your game, but enough is enough!
In the name of God, stop this charade!
How dare you turn a blind eye to so much blood..."
But alas, now is not the time for that - today I'm just sad
when I think of all the life you could have had.
All I know is that on May 4th, 2013 war took her course
and swallowed up one of this world's last great remaining stars.
It's a comfort to me, however minuscule,
that I see your smile on the faces of many,
so you can't be all that far.

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  1. Date: 5/25/2015 10:47:00 PM
    A wonderful poem, Timothy,, love the poem. Hope you had a wonderful Memorial Day filled with warmth, pride, and togetherness. love **SKAT**"

  1. Date: 5/31/2013 12:51:00 PM
    This was expressed so truthfully and honest. I appreciated it and I'm sure your friend would have loved this. Life is always hard but that doesn't make it any easier because you're hurt and sad. Just know that everyone here on the Soup feels your loss. The pain will fade in time, but will always be there. Stay strong, my friend.

    Hicks Avatar Timothy Hicks
    Date: 5/31/2013 11:19:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks for the encouragement and kind thoughts. We weren't the closest of friends, but it still hits home when I think of how he passed away... and when he was so young, too.
  1. Date: 5/28/2013 6:18:00 PM
    I echo Eileen and Richard's words here Tim, it's all so silly but there are still tyrants out there that would enslave their populations but live like kings of old themselves. America can't go back to the isolationist days of the early 20th century but its foreign policy needs a great deal of sorting out. A fine poem in memory of your friend. Take care, Richard

    Hicks Avatar Timothy Hicks
    Date: 5/28/2013 11:30:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I guess you're right... we can't look to the past hoping for things to go back to way they were before. We gotta strive for new solutions and keep moving forward... but at the current state it's difficult.
  1. Date: 5/28/2013 6:15:00 PM
    you've done a wonderful job of getting so much emotion into this work and your feelings for the person you've lost come through loud and clear. a moving tribute...

    Hicks Avatar Timothy Hicks
    Date: 5/28/2013 11:29:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks for stopping by once again, Ilene! It is a confusing time for me...
  1. Date: 5/28/2013 2:59:00 PM
    Very moving tribute to your friend. I don't know if there can ever be true closure or understanding of this kind of loss. The young paying the price so that politicians can move the pieces on their giant game board. They continue to receive their monetary rewards and hide behind their puny policies as the young and the brave pour their blood upon foreign lands. All we are left with is questions.

    Hicks Avatar Timothy Hicks
    Date: 5/28/2013 11:29:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I remember the words of a heavy metal song... "Why don't presidents fight in wars? Why do they always send the poor?"... that's close to what I feel right now. Politicians feeling safe behind enemy lines, while they have whole armies at their disposal (tools I should say)... I suppose one day it will all make sense, when the new earth is created.
  1. Date: 5/28/2013 3:29:00 AM
    Timothy...we can't right the world's wrongs...but we can fight for what we believe in and hope that our voices are heard. We are at times only puppets on a string...pawns in the game. One day the King will reign and death will be vanquished and innocent lives on either side of this globe will be spared. Thoughtful piece. Deep...etched with the pain of your loss....your last lines your greatest tribute. My thoughts sre with you.

    Hicks Avatar Timothy Hicks
    Date: 5/28/2013 11:16:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Eileen... I believe I will forever be confused on this subject. I would like to think it was a classic case of "good vs evil", but it feels much more gray than that...