Faye Sizemore

SMILEY FACE

Dreams lost in time…
… a nightmare jumble

Sands on a beach,
… Vines in a jungle

A rifle in his hand,
… death to teach

Running for cover,
… victory is what we preach

Shadows just out of reach
… Enemy is moving up

No one to fill the breech
… Death has a front row seat

Heard is the call,
… ‘retreat… retreat’…

Awakening, sweat on his brow,
… shaking, still wondering how,

there can ever be an ending,
… to each nights familiar beginning

Dressed, and to work he goes,
… always smiling,

… so that nobody knows…