Slow Pokes
SLOW POKES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
A gut wrenching sight I witnessed this morn
A tragic encounter that left me forlorn
I saw stumbling wrecks of what was strong
Bent over and lame not much time to prolong
They are seniors that once were young
There bodies and minds becoming undone
All at the mercy of changing days
Slow to react in so many ways
Time moves fast and they move slow
Most marking time with no place to go
These are the folks who in previous days
Shouldered the weapons, made incredible plays
Its hard to accept its just history now
She was a riveter, he honored his vow
He piloted a fortress over enemy skies
She sang and danced for a thousand GIs
His fingers froze at place called Chosin
She tended his wounds without and within
He spent a thousand nights as a guest of Hanoi
She packed supplies for search and destroy
These are the stalwarts we’re all about
They did their duty with a winning shout
They’re now suspended in the twilight phase
They keep on serving til the end of their days
It’s a blessing to come from heroes like these
They still say” thank you” and” excuse me please”
Times have changed but they remain loyal and true
Their courage and fidelity made it easy for me and you
So have patience for these slow women and men
Cause its an honor to be in the company of them
Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment