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Just a Name on a Tombstone

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Just a Name on a Tombstone

Sometimes I go to the old grave yard,

just to look at the names on the tombstones,

checking out the births and deaths of each person.

Wondering how they died, what they did for a living,

each person in this old world is important, not matter

what we may think of them.

One day I saw this name on one of the markers,

John C. Arlington- Born 1856- Died 1946.  What kind of man

was he?  What kind of life did he live?

We all have a story to tell someone; to us it's very importatnt,

even if no one else cares.  During his life John saw many changes

and a lot of history, to me he was a very importatnt man and

deserves a little credit for the life he lived.

Next time you meet a stranger, talk with them a little while,

get to know them, it may mean a lot to them and lift them

up and let them know that their life means something.

Written 8-8-11

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  1. Date: 12/24/2011 9:00:00 PM
    James... Have a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. May your Wishes come true this coming Year! God, bless you and your happy family. Always, here to enjoy the love that goes around the soup... ~p.d.

  1. Date: 8/19/2011 11:32:00 AM
    You should put all your poems into a little book called american Memorabilia or something like that. Your poems are treasures of our past.

  1. Date: 8/15/2011 6:23:00 PM
    interesting write on this fascination James... wonder sometimes if they all achieved their goals and purposes in life before dying.. for that is the way it supposed to work luv.. words to ponder luv..

  1. Date: 8/14/2011 8:39:00 AM
    Interesting poem, James. We don't ask our own relatives enough questions about their own lives, and what things were like when they were younger. Then, one day, we find they are not here anymore, and it is too late to ask. A thought-provoking write. Regards, Robert.