I would
Grow
To
Be
A
Hero,
I was
Sure
It
Would
Be
So.
Little
Did
I know.
My
Brother
In
His
Flight,
My
Father
In
The
Night,
My
Mother
A
Faded
Image,
My
Dog
To
Old
Age.
That
World
Became
An
Empty
Page.
Memory
Lost,
The
Cost
Too
Steep
To
Pay,
Soon
Fell
Away.
Yet
Here
I labor,
On,
All
Of
Them
Gone.