Out of Respect

Out of Respect What would it be like if it was me Unleashing chains setting world free And in my honor a poem was wrote Then I grabbed my hat and coat. Over the ocean and across sea so broad While I gave much glory to my God In a prayer of praise I had said Out of respect and devotion to the dead. My dad one of them happened to have been Memory of him returns again and again Haunting me to this very sad day Remember him when he passed away. Day was dreary as it started to rain; Could see it beat against my window pane And from then on I would promise Never would I ever wish this upon us. There is something about death and dying And destruction causing me to be defying My adorning Lord who a table prepared Even though He knew I never cared. Joyful experience to me was jubilant And from then on wherever I went A prayer of thanks to God would give For letting me on this precious earth live. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran