The Absentee Corner Comments

Where are the crossing guards of life The escorts who insure our survival; The protectors who who deflects the lunging knife Who makes it clear who is our deadly rival.

How sweet the reminiscence... how sweeter the care... your lines bring to my mind an old song of my youth by Pete Seeger... ~Where have all the flowers gone~... Wonderfully penned dear poet.

crossing for light. I like it, thanks.