The Old Warrior
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“The Old Warrior”
They look at me and shake their heads
That non-compliant taking up this bed
They whisper in a tone that says it all
And hurry to enter a note so small.
Do they know I buried my wife a month ago?
That my time to grieve may be too slow
I cannot see my pills so well these days
For my eyesight is slowly fading away.
I would love to tell them of the time
I fought the enemy behind their lines
I long to tell them that in my prime
I worked all day in the hot sunshine
Defending this country with sweat and blood
Earning the right to occupy this bed.
All I ask is that you treat me good
And hold my hand when the demons come
Look at me as you would your Dad
Envision me in the life I had
And when I slowly close my eyes
Salute this soldier and let me die.
Deborah M. Kelly?
Copyright © Deb Kelly | Year Posted 2021
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