my promise, to come home,
like gossamer, in future unknown.
yet liberty, the human desire,
oft calls for death, lest freedom expire.
blow on, you soapbox orator,
of mundane thoughts, that tend to bore.
still we will care, for the matter at hand,
as this is our home, our native land.
tempus fugit, so they say,
brings childish notions, for athanasia.
what greater demise can be had,
than defending us, and our sweet life in the USA?
i feel good!
forever thankful. Clif thoughts on a cold and grey Memorial Day.