First it's slow up the driveway
Two officiers voiceless, in tow
In pristine, unmarred uniforms
Come abruptly for fate's call
Then after crestfallen news
The deluge of tears flows down
Lamentations intensely seen
This family left in desolation
The long walk, a somber pace
In step, voiceless and shuffling
The caisson wheels rolling on
Toward that final destination
For a brief interlude, rites made
Great words noble and fleeting
They seem to vanish in the grave
The music dies away, taps fade
The last long walk in the wake
Each individual treads silently
Pondering the future quandaries
Taking too, account of the past
What life was, now is no more
The future altered all together
A loss that stole from so many
Gives less yet to so very few
The long walk is a hard road
To walk it again and again yet
To be accursed by hell in life
Hoping only for the final one