Faye Sizemore

A SOLDIER’S OLD GHOSTS

Through the drifting
Mists of time
Quietly come
These ghosts of thine

Come to censure
Come to plead
Come to cause
Memory to bleed

Suddenly
They are there
Returning
Because you care

Out of the memories
Of thirty odd years
The ghosts still walk
Carrying your tears

The uncaring
Have a wall
They are not
Visited at all

If I could change
the acts of time
Banish your ghosts
With this rhyme

There would not
Have been a war
To make
Your heart so sore

All your memories
would be happy inside
For if there was no war
No one would have died

There would be no ghosts
To worry caring hosts