Lou J. Klaiber

LOST AND FOUND

We lost…

and in the silence
we found

… ourselves,
and fought on with brass and steel

… and the memory of the brave.

So far,
far
away,
from youth…
we were…

… and so many years ago.

Getting old is just
the quivering hand of fortune,

and a life
not seen as a gift.

Old is all remembrance
of the fire
when we were young.

Silence is a bonfire
of memory
… flaming the way
to them.
… and only them.

They are Not forgotten.