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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