Seventy years later

A shaken hand cradles the memory
in the palm of his frail hand.
A sigh of sadness leaves the inside
of his mouth like a dwindling piece of
smoke from a flame that previously burnt out.

A drop of pure heroism fell onto the table
into a small puddle of memories.
His medals from his soldier days took
prime position next to the vinyl player
and next to a photo of him and his
best friend George, arm in arm,
but George had now been through the golden
gates of Heaven for seventy years – seventy never forgotten years,
Yet in that moment when he glanced at the photo,
He found the strength to live life to the fullest
until his day of reckoning.

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