Vietnam Reflections 40

vietnam reflections 40 the doors are harder to open now that i am getting old my clothes are wearing thin and the icy winds blow cold upon my pallored skin leaving it pale and drawn i remember days gone by when the sun shone bright and we lived high atop the world me and my girl in a frenzied swirl of loving life and all it’s gifts then the floes began to drift into our world of warm content our raiment torn and rent our bodies worn and spent we were strong once when we were again cast upon foreign shores into a needless winless war without a single word spoken a hell from which we would never return where bones of the children lie broken