A Gentleman
A Gentleman.
An elderly gentleman sits on his porch rocking in a chair,
reminiscing the past and present times that really don't compare.
He fought for our freedom that today we all share,
that others have trouble accepting and weren't even there.
His life was not easy in his younger years,
and he worries today about the present-day fears.
He is proud of his family and the country he served,
but questions the greed and injustice that power has reserved.
He has always viewed killing and destruction as an arrogant feat,
that serves those conspiracy profiles that are willing to cheat.
His chair now empty, for he had since passed on,
as a tear is shared for this gentleman now gone.
Respect our elderly for your time will come, sharing memories of your achievements and a few that were dumb.
Peter J. Hurst. From Nova Scotia.
Copyright © Peter Hurst | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment