Fools, thinking they can see tomorrow,
Ignore today the wrongful paths they follow,
Ignore as well the shadows cast
By their dark and crooked past.
Salutes Without Guns
Fame from wealth and power departs with wealth and power;
Fame from art and virtue endures the eternal hour.
Salutes Without Guns
They strain the aqueous world in which we live
And worsen their woes who look back and grieve.
Salutes Without Guns
When the plaudits start to ape a grumble,
And our footings start to drag and stumble,
And glory turns to face a younger age,
It’s time to take a bow and leave the stage.
Salutes Without Guns
When the plaudits start to ape a grumble,
And our footings start to drag and stumble,
And glory turns to face a younger age,
It’s time to take a bow and leave the stage.
Salutes Without Guns
When the plaudits start to ape a grumble,
And our footings start to drag and stumble,
And glory turns to face a younger age,
It’s time to take a bow and leave the stage.
Salutes Without Guns
Battles have been won though lost
And lost though seemingly won;
And the faith of the cross is but a Phoenix
That rose from the ashes of a cold crucifixion.
Salutes Without Guns
Time may seem to wait for the coy lady
Even as it hastens on, or is gone already.
Salutes Without Guns
Time may seem to wait for the coy lady
Even as it hastens on, or is gone already.
Salutes Without Guns
Hiroshima was the harvest of death that forced
A dead-end on the Holocaust,
Proving that even “evil” can serve the “good” end
Of those who prove to be its friend?
Salutes Without Guns