WITHOUT A TRACE

WE ENTER INTO THIS WORLD CRYING, FRIGHTENED, AND HELPLESS.

WHEN WE LEAVE THIS WORLD, OTHERS

THAT WE LEAVE BEHIND, WEEP, AND FEEL DESPAIR.

YET WE LEAVE WITHOUT A TRACE…

​SOME ARE BORN WITH SILVER SPOONS,

OTHERS ARE BORN WITH NOTHING,

WHETHER RICH OR POOR, IT DOESN’T MATTER.

THEY ALL LEAVE WITHOUT A TRACE.

SOMETIMES THE FIRES OF SUCCESS BURN HOT AND BRIGHT.

THE WELL-KNOWN AND FAMOUS SHINE LIKE A BEACON,

UNNOTICED AND UNCARING.

THEY ALL LEAVE WITHOUT A TRACE.

WE ALL MUST WALK ALONG THE BEACH OF LIFE

AND AS WE WALK, WE LEAVE BEHIND OUR FOOTPRINTS,​

BUT AS THE WINDS OF TIME BEGAN TO BLOW,

OUR FOOTPRINTS ARE SLOWLY BLOWN AWAY

WHILE THE MEEK, THE HUMBLE, AND THE HAVE-NOTS TOIL ON,

LEAVING NO SIGN THAT WE HAD WALKED THAT WAY​

AND THAT IS HOW LIFE WORKS, AT AN APPOINTED TIME.

WE ENTER AND EXIT THIS WORLD.

…YET WE LEAVE WITHOUT A TRACE.

Pinned by: Byrdean Cosby for her brother, Eddie Cosby, who served us well.

In honor of those who walked the beaches and touched the great blue sky, all in order to protect and serve you and me!