This is the 100th poem I have posted at AD. I wish it were more pleasant.

Superheroes.
Superspies.
Spaceman Senators.
Somebody's father, grandfather and uncle.

Commies.
Conservatives.
Coaches.
Cowboys.
Chaplains.
Cousins whom we all grew up with,
most of them not identical.

Lovely ladies.
First Ladies.
Lois Lane.
Loving mothers and daughters.

Boxers.
Boyfriends.
Barristers.
Broadcasters.
Brothers and friends.

Golfers.
Ghouls.
Gordie.
Girlfriends.

Detectives.
Doctors.
Dahlinks.
Dozens of others we all knew and loved,
even personally.


There will always be a time to mourn,
but some years are worse than others
as we say goodbye to those who came into our homes
whom we never knew and others that we alone knew,
the latter the ones we reminisced about and wept for the most.


There are those over Whom we mourn
And those over whom we weep.