Answered Prayer

I Sit Quietly in My Wheel Chair, I Don’t Make Very Much Noise... But I Still Have Pictures in My Mind, Of Suffering along with the Other Boys. We Were All Prisoners of the Vietnam War, But Prison Is Prison I Guess, after All..... But There Were Times I Remember I’d Just as Well Taken the Fall. I Remember So Many Other Things, But They Are Buried Deep Within. I Try to Say a Word or Two But....I Never Can in the End. I Ask and Pray to God Above, Why Am I Still Living? What Is My Purpose Here? Do I Just Keep on Giving and Giving? Maybe I Will Never Know.. And I’ve Lost My Thought Somehow.. I Can’t Remember from Day to Day, And I Get “Then” Mixed up with “Now”. I See My Nurse Coming down the Hall, I Guess It’s Time for Bed I’ll Lay in the Dark and Wonder Again Why Am I Alive When I’d Rather Be Dead. Then I See the Strangest Light... I Hear a Voice Say, “Your Time Has Come..” I Jump up and Run to the Light, And Thank God My Time Here Is Done. I Looked Back and Saw the Nurse, Standing There Holding My Hand.. I Heard Her Say, “Good Bye Old Friend...” You Never Came Home from ‘Nam.” Connie Moore 9/19/00