We Are All Just Children

When I was a child, I knew how to fly

But I chose for myself a safer road

I trudged on through the tedium of life

With feet firm on the ground I bore life’s load

 

I let money and possessions rule me

Now where is the boy who knew how to live

Too afraid of what other people see

So frightened that I have nothing to give

 

Perhaps that is what is wrong with the world

Too afraid of what other people think

To be what we are, in the eyes of God

Innocent children playing on the brink

 

I will not slip into oblivion.

But kick and scratch to get every drop

Hold on to youthful ways and try to fly

Maybe I’ll fail, but I will never stop

Old Soldier

I can see it in your face;

How proud you are that you stood for freedom

I can see it in your tears;

As you watch the world call us the enemy

I can see it tear at your heart;

When selfish people refuse to stand

I can see how your stomach churns;

Every time the flag is burned

I can see it eating away at your emotions;

When black hates white or white hates black

I can see your anger rise;

When the world spits on America

I can see your blood boil

When we cower in the corner too afraid to offend

I can see it in your hatred;

When you load the gun

I can see it in your smile;

After you have talked to God

Alzheimer’s

My wife and I have always been, for lack of a better word, loners. We have children, grandchildren, brothers and sisters that we dearly love. But we have always been nomads and spent our entire lives enjoying the company of each other. We are the best of friends. I wrote this poem quite awhile ago after watching a family member suffer from dementia. For my wife and I, our greatest fear would be to lose our memories of each other.

Alzheimer’s

Please old man you must let me be relieved

Let me go where I will not be abused

Old man you know it’s me they have deceived

My mind is silent waiting to be used

My memories, they are fading faster

It is my sadness that has been released

Old man you know that you are my master

Oh please…why won’t you let me find some peace?

So I will go to join their procession

But first there is someone that I must seek

She is standing, in love, right beside me

But our fingertips just don’t seem to meet

Her hair burns bright with the color of fire

She is standing in the night beside me

Is it my mottled mind, am I dreaming

Or is it that I just need to believe

Chemo Therapy

The endless waiting burns into his brain

Every tick of the clock drives him more insane

His life washes away with each wave of pain

His sorrow will not let him feel life again

His resolve is broke; nothing left to gain

Let death come he cried, no need to remain

Duty, Honor and Commitment

“Duty then is the sublimest word in the English language. You should do your duty in all things. You can never do more, you should never wish to do less.”                                        Robert E Lee

Perhaps, Serving in the military myself has helped me to understand a little of the struggle that every defender of our ‘nations rights’ goes through. The vast majority of us do not wake up one morning and say, “Today, I willingly take another souls life.” It goes against the grain of all decency and morality. But, we took an oath to defend, protect and serve the people. A pledge that we would honor our duty even though it conflicts with our personal beliefs. Today, more than others, I am reminded that we must draw from the well of compassion for those who were so tormented by the choice between duty and personal philosophy.

It is the anniversary of the birth of Robert E Lee (January 19, 1807 to October 12, 1870) and we celebrate the symbol of individual commitment to duty over all else during a time of great strife in our American history. Thousands of men, young and old, had to make that choice during those years of the civil war and millions of men and women in the years that followed, So, as we celebrate Robert E. Lee Day, we are not just honoring his sense of duty, but those millions of unheard voices that faced equal moral turmoil.

In a letter from Robert E Lee to George Washington Custis in January, 1861 Lee writes, …As an American citizen, I take great pride in my country, her prosperity and institutions, and would defend any State if her rights were invaded. But I can anticipate no greater calamity for the country than a dissolution of the Union. It would be an accumulation of all the evils we complain of, and I am willing to sacrifice everything but honor for its preservation. I hope, therefore, that all constitutional means will be exhausted before there is a resort to force. Secession is nothing but revolution. The framers of our Constitution never exhausted so much labor, wisdom, and forbearance in its formation, and surrounded it with so many guards and securities, if it was intended to be broken by every member of the Confederacy at will. It was intended for “perpetual union,” so expressed in the preamble, and for the establishment of a government, not a compact, which can only be dissolved by revolution, or the consent of all the people in convention assembled.

It’s easy to stand at our pulpit and look back upon our past and condemn people for the choices they made. But we should not be too quick to judge. How would you react today, if  faced with the choice of defending your state or defending your country? Even though that might mean defending your country against your brother.