This poem was written just outside of Washington DC on 9/11/2001 |
| Honored father, cherished wife... what is the measure of a life? When the final die is cast will your mark be built to last? Will you number with the horde that pitch their talent overboard? Will you the average person be who knows not defeat nor victory? In the final measurement will your time be judged well spent? Will your mark be built to last as those who fill our honored past? Will you soar with Frank Lloyd Wright to perfect the balance of space and light? Will you explore with Captain Cook and record your deeds in a timeless book? Will your words light the way in the fashion of St. Vincent Millay? Or, perhaps, you will walk the walk in the path of Jonas Salk. Whatever mark you seek to make mindful be of the time you take. The present soon becomes the past and short is the list of marks that last. |