Twisting up the crooked course...

Twisting up the crooked course
to the spot I said my last farewell.
It's been five years today.
A glare reflects from your marker,
steers me through a mass of lonely stones,
Lumbering midst granite statues of Angles,
Crosses and Praying Hands; and
dead blooms make me want to forget.

Brought a favorite poem by Herrick,
to the Virgins, to Make Much of Time,
to read and prepared sandwiches
of peanut butter and jelly for lunch.
I've waited and longed for a cure but
the months get longer with each year,
and I need freedom from this weight.

Gave your Army jacket and spit-shined boots,
to your friend, Pete, to wear
in the Independence Day Parade tomorrow.
By the way, I told him to keep them,
today, I decided life is short and
my feet are for taking bigger steps
in lieu of standing idle.