Cheers

Cheers I Stopped in at a Bar One Night, Needing Some Time to Think. It Had All Come Crashing in And I Ordered up a Drink. Being a Survivor of Vietnam, Sometimes Doesn’t Seem Fair. I Can Still See the Agony and Pain, Of Those Boys We Lost over There. They Would Hold My Hand and Beg. Please God, Just Let Me Die! I Was a Nurse But I Couldn’t Help It, Sometimes I Would Turn Away and Cry. The Blood and Terror Still Haunt Me, And Faces Float Around in My Dreams. Everyday I Live in this Hell, It Never Ends, or So it Seems. I Saw a Man Come into the Bar, And He Strolled over to My Chair. “Mind If I Sit Down?” He Drawled. “Yes,” I Said, “Someone Is Sitting There. He Looked Around the Room , And of Course I Don’t Lie Well, I Saw His Neck Turning Red, As He Bent down and Said, “ You Can Go to Hell.” He Was Just Someone Looking to Score, He Couldn’t Have Known My Fears, Or the Fact I Knew All about Hell. I Raised My Glass and Smiled ...... But all I said was, “Cheers!!” Connie Moore August 7, 2000