Danke Bitte Und Mehr

Danke Bitte und Mehr David J Walker It was a land of foreign thought And I was the denizen drifter In uniform that hid my ignorance and poverty In an OD Green costume that was Barely me Rarely me on weekends One who could pass for a different class Of vagabond wandering across the borders alone So far from home That I was thoughtless And homeless Eager to be accepted even if it was as Young and clueless If not mysterious in my ways The heady days of youth Learning truth in a different language Beginning with three words Danke Bitte, Und Mehr, Which opened the door for Life-changing opportunities Danke, Bitte, Mehr Seemed to be the key that Could open a locked door Or A locked heart For a young man willing to Accept the path into Migrants quarters On the distant borders of An expatriate's temporary bivouac Finally Leaving was leaving a home again Wondering if I would ever belong again In my native land with my adopted tongue Thick with memories that would Follow me forever to my grave