He was only three…
when he stood and saluted on that
cold November day.
The caissons have long passed and
the drums have fallen silent by the way.
We will forever remember his tiny hand salute
on that dark and dreary day.
He grew into a tall handsome man
admired by most for his big smile
and wave of hand.
Leaving us to ponder what he could have been
if given the chance in time.
Like a shooting star
he’s left us, without reason or rhyme
Reminding us that we are mere mortals
wandering precariously in space and time.