The Tribute

It seems so unfair 
That we should pay tribute
To those who from all but

Our memories are gone.

The stars that glow bright

Are not all in the heavens,

All through our midst

They are scattered and strewn.

We as a race get to

Choose our own heroes,

Canonize saints

Long after they've passed.

Tributes and monuments

Grace our cathedrals and

Squares end to end,

The first to the last.

There are heroes among us,

Saints by our sides.

Slaves to compassion abound.

So, here's to the living

Who give of themselves

Everywhere love can be found.

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