Those who came before me,
the ones I never knew.

Folks who walked this very path,
tripped upon the same cobblestones and divets,
those were ‘The Good ‘Ol Days Of Glory’,
when nights knew no hum of man made wrath.

I wish I had come before my time,
to meet those whom passed long before.
I’d sit cross legged, paying them mind,
as their feet trapsed across wooden floors.

Those who came before me,
the ones I never knew.

Those sweet and brave,
your memories I have saved,
written in ink, or frozen in photo.

The silence now enraptures you,
with such a sweet caress,
I only long to meet with you.

But I cannot, so I digress.

Those who came before me,
the ones I never knew;
please do not think we have forgotten you.

I carry your blood in my veins,
your legacy, still attached to my name.