Military Poetry

You see me as a sick old man
But inside, I hold secrets of my past
As I see the tragedies of war
I remember what my eyes have seen before

Remembering the anguish and the pain
I feel anxious, agitated and sick
Questioning the reasons for worldwide terror
I drift off to sleep longing for peace

For I feel for my country
I know the sacrifice for those at home and away
If I could speak, I would tell you more
Look at my face Nurse, it shows my grief

You ask if I am sad or depressed
I can’t express my views
Or feelings because of disease
The world is changing
And I have seen that before
I see faces of those who have fought beside me

Oh Nurse, Help me from the wheelchair
1,2,3…. To stand as a veteran at attention
I rise to salute the flag
Remembering the past, supporting our troops

For I am a soldier: even as an old man
I know the drills and my mission
As I watch the colors pass by
I see hope, and I am filled with joy.