Weddings, graduations,
\nspring, when signature times
\nare celebrated.
\nWhen people have our good wishes
\nand applause.
\nDays when mothers and fathers
\nare honored,
\nand the dead have their hands arranged,
\nfingers intertwined
\nlike the embroidery of life.
\nHonor guards, in which I participated
\nwith the sharp crack of rifle fire,
\nlike bolts of thunder over the graves.<\/p>\n
And spring cleaning of our belfries,
\nprophesies of world\u2019s end
\nswept out the door.
\nA train of good tidings
\nand all\u2019s well
\nwith bouquets and songs,
\ntrumpet blasts,
\nand the evening\u2019s dancing
\nwith rich tables.<\/p>\n
Then a moment
\nwhen I grow pensive,
\nwandering off,
\nand feel the invisible glide
\nof earth under me
\nand to whatever listens
\nI ask,
\ndoes it all come back,
\na day at a time,
\nnever to end?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Weddings, graduations, spring, when signature times are celebrated. When people have our good wishes and applause. Days when mothers and fathers are honored, and the…<\/p>\n