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
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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