A Moment of Solace

A MOMENT OF SOLACE By JOHN M. ARRIBAS The shadows grow long at the close of day Then creep into darkness as the sun slips away The hopes and dreams that never were Its endless chapters we need to deter The trip to oblivion is just moments away When young men are thrust into the fray They’ll be remembered by family and friends Being lost in conflicts that never seem to end If you spend the day here as many do Recalling memories may bring solace to you The sound of taps, Oh lonely sound of the horn Then the eerie quiet that follows a storm Time heals wounds that are open to view Childhood memories no time can undo This place marks the end of his quest This is the place where he lies at rest Arlington National Cemetery