Day by day we question much.
From worries to those who for some reason reality is far from touch.
We make a list and reminders to get stuff done.
But never remind ourselves to smile and have some fun ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.