MONUMENTS

I walk through the well-manicured rows of monuments
        Of those who have gone before
Some adorned with flowers
        Others, not
Some were given only a day
        Others, decades of being
Some were veterans
        Others, were never given the chance
Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
        Grandparents and lonely soles
All lying side-by-side
        Head-to-foot
No discrimination
        No bickering or fighting
No more pain or sorrow
        No more today or tomorrow