May 26, 2011 #635
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Memorial Day.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Maybe it was worth it, maybe not.
Each life is priceless, yet we paid the price.
Maybe that was something we forgot.
Or maybe it was something we'd do twice.
Reason would not choose to let them die
If all the reasons on all sides could be
Against one life forced one whole night to lie,
Letting love run through them honestly.
Deep beneath the normal calculation,
A life is far more precious than a nation.
Yet war survives, and will till all agree.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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Thursday, May 26, 2011
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Poem of the Week
May 27, 2010 #583
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Memorial Day poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Memories are all that I have left.
Each becomes a well-worn photograph.
Missing is the warmth, the touch, the heft
Of life, the smile, the reassuring laugh.
Real people change, they grow, relate, unfold.
In time we share the adventures of their lives
As they marry, have kids, change jobs, grow old,
Loving us – their parents, husbands, wives.
Dead people are alive in us, but they
Are not within themselves. No love revives
Your love, which I once cherished day-to-day.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Memorial Day poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Memories are all that I have left.
Each becomes a well-worn photograph.
Missing is the warmth, the touch, the heft
Of life, the smile, the reassuring laugh.
Real people change, they grow, relate, unfold.
In time we share the adventures of their lives
As they marry, have kids, change jobs, grow old,
Loving us – their parents, husbands, wives.
Dead people are alive in us, but they
Are not within themselves. No love revives
Your love, which I once cherished day-to-day.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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