Kind of threw this one together for Veteran’s Day, 2019. I call it The Veteran’s Road.
We sleep in bits and pieces,
and dream of days gone by.
Our dreams are of our days at war,
which always seem close by.
Our soul won’t let them go it seems,
the dreams we can’t control.
The hours passing in between,
we live as others do.
With time that’s mostly occupied,
with things we all go through.
We tend the garden we’ve been given
with family and life.
We celebrate our children and grandchildren,
along with our spouse.
We aspire to be a person of worth,
To have a heart that’s pure.
Our desire is to do our best,
how we’ve done we’re not always sure.
We note the passing seasons
as they move through our domain.
We try to keep a steady hand,
and strive to not complain.
to submit to the night,
We lay our head and yield,
to the on-going fight.