While driving down the road,
I spy the markers;
some flowers, some crosses,
going by one by one,
never a thought;
whose’s represented,
mother, father,
daughter or son;
driving down the road,
as the markers are passed
one by one,
my mind;
maybe focused on my job,
or some future evening's fun;
driving down the road,
as the markers are passed...
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