Old Men Remember! Poem by Eric Cockrell

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old men remember
things young men never
even see, running headlong

in their quest for battle....
so busy trying to change the world,
trying to mold the world,

trying to make a name,
trying to make a difference....
that they forget to swallow!

and yet when time comes and goes,
it's not the big battles,
not the victories and defeats....

but the small things...
rare moments stolen, and lived...
simple breaths, taken and shared,

when just for an instant,
you could see, you could feel,
both how tiny and how big....

and the taste of awe lingered,
written in the heart of your tongue...
hidden away for the time

when only memory remains!