Faye Sizemore

STARS… STRIPES… AND WRINKLES

I have seen some very old vets…
How do they live to be so old
I mean, what the heck…?
The odds are against them…
… So many die from disease
There’s Agent Orange,
a new threat…
older war veterans
had never met…
but… still there is cancer…
… and diabetes
PTSD will bring some
… to their knees
A lot of them pass on…
… by their own hand
… a gun, drink… drugs…
… It’s common in this land
… Yet here are these old fellas,
just leaned back…
… taking their ease,
… each day just eyeing
the flag in the breeze
Dreading the day…
their brothers will be gone
… and they… Dear God…
will be left here all alone
What gives an old vet
… the will to live so long
when so many have passed on
Is there a secret ritual
… that does to them alone, belong
I wonder what magic they hold…
Does God take his chosen…
and… perhaps pour steel in their mold…
… God Blessings on each one’s dear soul…