What Was - Is Not

What is,

Is not necessarily

What will be.

 

Even though

We know

This day of loss

Will come;

We will not

Prepare.

 

Privation

Will fall on us

Unawares,

Like an unexpected

Thief in the night.

 

Relieving us

Of what was,

Regardless our denial

And our refusal.

 

In spite

Of tenacity,

Our fingers will

Slowly be pried away,

And we will let go

Against our will.

 

Our loss,

Difficult to bear,

We grieve.

 

Acceptance

Does not lessen

The lingering needs

Still yearning

Satisfaction.

 

An empty

Void remains,

When what was,

Is not.

 

Copyright 2013 by Layne S. Porter

 

 

 

 

Disposable Resource

Not a warning
Not at all,
When escorted
Out the door.

Cold!
And lifeless!
No one looked his way.
Like garbage-being thrown away!

Not valued anymore,
Feeling empty to the core.
Escorted justly-right outside
He was simply-cast aside!

No recompense
Can he claim!
Discarded resource
Is his name!

Copyright 2013 by Layne S. Porter

Sons of America

(Words to the song "Sons of America" found on the "Voice of the Patriots" album.)

All across this nation, in the smallest town,
Marble stones and crosses mark where patriots are found,
In a field on holy ground.

These are the sons of America who died for you and me.
They come from the towns across this land, from sea to shining sea.
They fought and died that we could all be free.

Can we afford to be content
And live in ignorance
Their memory lost in time?

And who will take the chance
To resurrect the past
In honor of their sacrifice?

Oooooo, their sacrifice, for you and me.

Every single monument honors every man
Who gave his life a sacrifice in honor of this land.
He bled and died that we could all be free.

Can we afford to be content
And live in ignorance
Their memory lost in time?

And who will take the chance
To resurrect the past
In honor of their sacrifice?

Oooooo, their sacrifice, for you and me.
These are the sons of America, who died for you and me.