Reposed in silence, back to the wall
Reflecting
on those glory days
He
can’t forget, won’t forget til end of time,
Searching
reason without rhyme.
Shoulders
not so broad as then,
Stooped
forward in an awkward sway
Except
for when Old Glory passes
In
review as Souza plays.
Grizzled
chin and wrinkled brow belay
The
swagger known in youth when
Worlds
were open, energy unbound and
Fear
an unknown truth.
Answering
the call to service he
Never
stopped to question fears
Even
though he knew his choice would
Bring
his mother lakes of tears.
Raspy
voice, much slower now reflects
The
glory known to few
Of
battles fought, brothers lost,
Fears
recalled as darkness grew.
Let
any who might need to know rush
To
seek his sage advice.
There
is wisdom from experience,
The
offspring of self-sacrifice.
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