Memorial? <br />A meal prepared by loving hands, <br />Feeds more than bodies, it feeds souls. <br />And binds us closer with those bands <br />That keep our hearts complete and whole. <br />For from the world at times we come <br />To find ourselves. And then the noise <br />We thought had meaning, is the hum <br />Of droning bees. And all the joys <br />We strove for and we thought of worth <br />Are seen as fair-ground candy-floss <br />And if, while on this fragile earth, <br />We cannot see that all is dross <br />Except forTruth and Love and Trust. <br />What have we learnt, that we would give <br />To those who follow, for we must <br />Show them, not tell them, how to live, <br />For words are all too glibly said <br />And fast from Mem'ry's pages fade. <br />But visions of a life well led <br />Of such are true commandments made.<br /><br />Michael Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memorial-3/
