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

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