If anyone has any poems or stories about Veterans (alive or dead) they would like to share I invite you to do so in the comment section or to send me an e-mail at:
asoulswalk@openmailbox.org
We are not as alone as we often think. Cheers.
If anyone has any poems or stories about Veterans (alive or dead) they would like to share I invite you to do so in the comment section or to send me an e-mail at:
asoulswalk@openmailbox.org
We are not as alone as we often think. Cheers.
So I was sitting in this breakfast place
The kind of place you would expect
eccentric,
packed,
loud…
And I was alone
(as usual these days)
and I kept looking across the table
(it was a small cramped table)
and seeing you
As if you were sitting there,
across from me,
still alive.
It seemed like it would have been
a great place to go eat
before we went climbing
(and then you could deck in your mom’s harness–
which would scare the shit out of everyone…
but still be funny).
I just kept imagining you there
sitting with me
maybe you came to visit
and I was going to show you some sweet rocks up at the lake.
I guess you did come to visit
and yes,
I saw the rack on our waitress
yes, I get it,
the woman who is too old for both of us has a great pair of tits
uhhuh,
I know,
They’re really big buddy
And when you say it like that…
even I think it’s a little funny.
The hours come and go
but the dead stay just the same
and history repeats
again, again, and again.
There are some who serve
And some who hold the line
And some who don’t back down
And many killed in time.
I remember many things
And people just the same
but days go by and we forget
as we flee our pain.
So here’s to you, the fallen friends
And those who made it out alive
I can’t remember everything
But I drink to you tonight.
The old men send young men off to war
That’s How it’s always been
They give them weapons and enemies
And tell them to be brave.
The young men go away so strong
And come back not the same
They may live life and be someone
But no one gets the blame.
But friends and comrades have a way
Of dying in each war
And there is nothing for a soldier to say
For with words he’s taught to be poor.
But someone must and usually will
Say something for the dead
Do we know your fear or your courage?
Do we know your strength or dread?
The earth is covered with soldiers blood
And it cries to God above
Let us remember your sacrifice
And think of you with love.
We know that many were thugs and thieves
Violent aggressive men
But you gave all and we are here
Alive, sipping brandy in the den.
We know that many were so afraid
And took so long to die
And we weep for you our brothers
May God take you to the sky.
And those that live as broken men
Are hard to love sometimes it’s true
May you find peace even now
You are not alone.