Pain
How much of sorrow and grief?
How much injustice can a heart have to bear—
How much of heartless deceit?
That are felt—but cannot
be shed.
And the heart and the mind may fill with the words
That will never, in public, be said.
One is weak and afraid,
when courage has left
And the strength of our youth has departed.
Yet memories rise, of deeds that were brave
And of labor—and years that seem wasted—
But truly were not—for
the service we did
Had its fruits in the ones that we served.
And even in pain, we remember the smiles
And that honor—in hearts—is preserved.
2022 May 30th,
Mon.
Brooklyn, New York
And the heart and the mind may fill with the words
That will never, in public, be said.
And the strength of our youth has departed.
Yet memories rise, of deeds that were brave
And of labor—and years that seem wasted—
Had its fruits in the ones that we served.
And even in pain, we remember the smiles
And that honor—in hearts—is preserved.
Brooklyn, New York
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