The crowd moves slowly
across the old and well-worn bricks
up steps now cracked and patched.
None seem to stop or noticed words
carved there in stained white stone—
words of country, honor, gratitude,
and greatest sacrifice.
Or inside, above the foyer doors:
names of loyal town-men
who died in that world war.
Memories, too, it seems,
are not unlike these steps
and cracked front walks;
memories, too, wear down
and one day show their age.