Tinny tunes from brass bands float
and starry stripes to the wind contort;
the sun shines brightly on this day of days,
illuminating happy faces and grinning aces.
But when taps accompanies dusk,
in the bugle’s lament revelers suss,
and mournful notes remind the masses:
this day marks more than sales and a day off classes.
Posted for the Daily Prompt: Sacrifice and dedicated to m’shipmates.
Poem: ©2016 V. del Casal All Rights Reserved