These Too Shall Pass. Poem by Eric Ericson

They stand not proud these weathered stones on autumn hills…
They stand not proud but lean as age decrees…
They stand not proud these markers for forgotten sons…
They stand not proud but breaking at the knees…
They stand not proud but prone upon their nameless graves …
They stand not proud but stumble ‘neath the tree…
They stand not proud but rotting hide below the grass…
…‘till time deface the hallowed place they be.