Look Back Poem by Paul Reed

Overhead and imperious
The grey skies wend their way
But which course do they choose
At the ending of their day?

History is alive in our hands
Still standing here, still proud
A legacy of hardy bands
Whose heads were never bowed;

Choose the smiles on our faces
Or the sombre stones that were set,
Choose the joy that surely displaces
The past and sorrow's debt;

The future will always wander
On it's rambling unknown track
And we could forever ponder
But still we must look back.