For Ozzie and the Thousands

Ozzie, I found your name upon a wall
with thousands more I could not count.
Ozzie, I found your name upon The Wall.
That place of hallowed marble black
That place of honor, that place of pain,
That place that marks so many who died in vain.
That place that writes our peace of shame!
That place where silence reigns among the tears.
That place where grown men come to cry
for those who in their place did die.
That place where love letters written
are by strangers read, those letters written for the dead.
Ozzie, in That Place, I found your Name,
and made a rubbing, And took you home with me!

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