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
Copyright © Ej Sansam | Year Posted 2018
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