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Three men at the Tomb

                Three men at the Tomb                             

                                 by W A Adams

Three men at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

My Father, My brother and me

At the post, day or night

For all eternity

 

Building the Tomb was my father

Who taught us to face the storm

And turn it aside if we could

If not, To keep others from harm

 

In the Tomb is my brother

Who went to take my place

I hear his heart beating still

Though I cannot see his face

 

In front of the Tomb is a pathway

I walk every day and each night

Behind,  thousands who came before

Ahead, those not yet in my sight.

 

I do not stop for the rain

It is only my father’s tears

I do not stop for the snow

It is only the long empty years

 

That my brother might have lived and sang

Of the joy that was in his soul

But he is in his tomb, and I’m on this path

That the world may see and know

 

That he  never will be forgotten

Through the rain, the snow, or the years

So long as brother loves brother

So long as fathers have tears.

Three Marys