Days are like markers resting in the sun
Each offers something of reason
For the world owes nothing
A thought upon the sand
Each of us moves forward for a while
One of the many has moved on
In my heart I miss his friendly smile
Age the word we use to count
I see only days moving on
Bond of faith lingers here a moment
Voices are moving in the air
A recollection of a life that is done
Words float out for some to hear
They calm a fearful mourning soul
Me I just see markers in the sun
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