A tear? Possibly. It happens now and then ...
My Tears Obscure
My tears obscure the vision,
Our flag out on display.
Another hero will come home,
And rest here on this day.
I need to clean my glasses,
They fog up now and then.
It seems to happen often,
And here it is again.
It should always rain for funerals,
It helps to hide our tears,
The dignity, and somberness,
Allay our many fears.
Will I be brave when my turn comes,
Or has it been, and passed?
I know that I could stand to cry,
When He comes home at last.
NicknamedBob . . . March 20, 2006