Paul F. McCann

IN MEMORY OF A HERO

There are many fallen heroes dead as the dust in the wind.
They’re memories where the wind blows; they rise like dust in the wind.
Dust on the street spins as winds from the west, blows dust at our feet.
Their souls now at rest, their life stories are even more complete.
Life passes away and all that remains is the dust of time.
Sometimes in this world, it can be dark and dim but heroes shine.