The day is fading rather fast—
time may be chased but never caught.
Our memories will hardly last,
and we'll forget why we had fought.

Of two sides a war had been wrought;
amid the smoke of cannon blast,
peace was the goal that each one sought.
The day is fading rather fast

from our sole lifeboat's lofty mast—
we yearn for land when there is naught.
Whether we look forward or past,
time may be chased but never caught.

Honor is cheap when it is bought;
on the field we all stand aghast,
by death we are equally taught.
Our memories will hardly last

as dies are rolled and then recast,
and we become a passing thought—
a droplet in time's ocean vast—
and we'll forget why we had fought.

The day is fading…

TMK 10apr10