His Last Parade
Not a flag was unfurled,
and no cornet trilled,
as the rain-swollen clouds,
the bleak valley filled.
The Final Journey
I know I’ve made a thousand journeys
Withstood the tests of time and foe
Shed the dust and shouldered worries
Struggled onward against the flow
The Ides of March versus the Ides of October
The Ides of March
are no different than of October
just seven months older
and, perhaps, a little bit colder.