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In MemoriamRobert O. LynneUSMC
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It is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But, perhaps, it is the end of the beginning.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
There are Times.... There is the first time and the last time - the only time - the future, and the past time.... There is the time a baby tastes snow on his tongue and laughs with plain delight - when an older person yearns for someone in the night - There is the time of great distress and longing and dreadful fright.... sometimes there is a time to fight...... There is the first time of love and the first time of loss and the time when we must pay the cost of reaping what we sow - There is the time of letting go - There is a time of being young, for being wild, and free, of being settled- and of sometimes feeling lonely in a crowd when everyone else is talking but words in your head are loud - There is a time of healing a time when there is loss of feeling a time of conquering, and gladness a time of failure, along with sadness...... Enjoy it all, and keep on learning Because, in reality, in the world's constant turning time is measured in milli-seconds of the sun - Time is all there is - and at some point, the Time is done. © Christina Sharik 6-01
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Thoughts of far away
“The Last Patrol” Men lay dead on earthen ground Soiled in blood’s crimson’s red Both friend and foe Humanity torn its very fabric Point I had that day not my responsibility Hunt, Hunt was the order that morn Cold but hot as sweat found it’s way Dripping, dripping from back and chest down my legs Surely---this just another day to kill So many months gone and pass Deaths door step many times escaped Now blood renders forth from stomach’s heart Will men ever see beyond life’s fabric’s tare My foe appears full with arms I turn---he with in my grasp gentle pull the trigger No more than 40 paces Times before no thought to not But, an end it has to come Oh, heart is heavy death no more Eye to eye we gaze forever of more That short time in life’s play Surely that day I could kill no more I carry forever more. Morning next home Perhaps men argue no more ©Robert Lynn 4-23-2001
What I Hold What I hold and store in my heart © Robert Lynn---6-5-2001I wish for it to remain This heart has gathered much and touched much Along it’s way. Along it’s way This heart has been loved and touched by many Through its travels to places near and far away. This heart reached to absorb the pain of others Even at times tempted to hate Along the way within the ruins Of war Even then this heart found no room to hate. This is my heart I am my heart My heart is my soul My heart is my spirit My heart is my breath of life And my essence of my being This is my heart as I grow old Till the day I leave this place This my heart will never allow itself to Turn away it’s spirit from another.
Before I Sleep
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