Undertaker

A Poem

It seems we wait until others cannot hear
through quiet dedication
appear to show appreciation.
For my mind wishes to stray
from words at post expressed
,and have sentiments play
as of sunlight rays
breaking the gray of dark times.
How might I convey my meaning?
A stranger, unknowning of my existence.
Would you care to hear?
If I dared to share,
the amount of respect
I bare?
A champion
use to comments mentioning
valuing, treasuring
the tresures you bring.
From these, I cannot differ.
To wait until time withers
I want not.
To wait until an image is placed
in replace of what once was there
to see and be heard...