Kilroy Was Here
Kilroy was Here
I don’t believe I can
force any writing upon this pen;
Though I may try and watch the ink as it flows
the words are those I always know;
Drawn in easy well planned display
to reveal the heart in what it might say.
So as I wait in my solitude
the words to write which I allude;
Inspiration, hate, war, paverty, love, laughter and joy
tell all I was once here, remember me, KilRoy?
For the WWII Vets who fought for freedom and so many of those who followed for other wars, may peace find us soon.
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