Epitaph { For A Friend }

In two separate lands lie separate minds, disagreements veiled by assumptive snap - to judgment, off the winds of dross. But trust me, as you surely must, that all of this shall someday pass, as surely you and I will too, but 'til that day arrives, my friend, there should not be a second leant to social hardware, mending fences, broken by the shame of hubris; for that would place great rue on the grieving shoulders of the one kneeling 'fore the wood of the other. For, in the end, when our flesh turns to ash all that will matter in the scheme of Forever Is... who we were...what we did, and how. And were we worthy of respect and remembrance- by those we held in highest esteem. And, what people will say about you and me when they come to say their final adieus before our boxes become earths space. What will they carve below our dates and names when they lay those gray stones o'er our final steads? Hopefully some semblance of what we'd earned in Life.........and can sleep with in Death. © MMXV-All rights reserved Frank James Ryan, Jr./ FjR