On Decoration Day

Going to the cemetery to visit old family and friends.

Put on flowers, sit and talk to the stones and wind.

About people and places and generally reminisce.

We spend every decoration day like this.

Will anyone come and visit my grave?

Will they talk about the times good and bad?

Will they bring pretty flowers to adorn the stone?

I hope if they do, they are happy and not sad.

Please do not shed a tear for me if you come by.

Think of times we shared and that I lived life my way.

It is just nice you think of others this time of year.

I am glad someone invented decoration day.

Going to the cemetery to visit old family and friends.

Put on flowers, sit and talk to the stones and wind.

About people and places and generally reminisce.

We spend every decoration day like this.

It is a pity most people wait for this time of year,

To visit the loved ones that have passed on to glory.

They are laying there every day just waiting,

For any one to stop by and retell their story.

No one really dies as long as someone remembers,

The good times, bad times and the times in between.

The bodies may be there but their souls are in heaven,

Waiting to reunite where the streets are paved in gold,

And the fields are green.

Going to the cemetery to visit old family and friends.

Put on flowers, sit and talk to the stones and wind.

About people and places and generally reminisce.

We spend every decoration day like this.

It is that time of year again.

I doesn’t seem like a year has past.

Each year goes by increasingly fast.

I guess when the past catches up with the future.

That day is the day that is your last.

It is what we do on decoration day.

God bless America and decoration day.