Iwo Jima Reflection 1

Iwo Jima reflection 1 10 December 2015 old shufflin' man aged ninety two creaks out of bed slides his feet into old shufflin' shoes draggin' ass passin' gas eyes his aging cat stretching on the vent "and this is how my life has went" "not too bad for an old fart like me" no one comes or calls no one wants to hear about his loves or his needs or his fears she died when he was eighty five they were quite a pair very much alive said she'd wait for him "on the other side" told him not to hurry she had nothing but time an army uniform hangs on the door heavy with medals his boots on the floor "hell yes i'd do it again i'd go for my family and country and friends" "those were my living times" he said so often before and now his years are gone the darkness has settled the shadows lengthen too many years alone the body failed and worn old shufflin' man will shuffle no longer he met his maker at ten past four