These Old Bones

These old bones are compromised Surviving the bolden wars of yesteryear First, enduring stones, then arrows, then bullets Fear came near when in the third encounter Nuclear in nature At ninety seven I feel the bones rattle Moving with feeble clarity There is so much left to do Simply moving to the next room is a battle The mind remembers Pearl Harbor But not the spirit Hospitals will not take me in My mortgage like me collapsed in payment This is the land of the free According to memory And There is no glamor in these old bones