He locked his doors to keep people away
He locked his heart to keep from knowing the pain of love
He locked his mind to forget that he once had a choice
Because all choice has long ago abandoned him
Now he is a prisoner to his seclusion
He locked his doors to keep people away
He locked his heart to keep from knowing the pain of love
He locked his mind to forget that he once had a choice
Because all choice has long ago abandoned him
Now he is a prisoner to his seclusion
“It isn’t the battle that scares you the most. There’s no time to think about death. It’s the quiet times before the fight that makes you shiver. That’s when you think about Heaven and Hell and second guess if you’ve made the right decisions in life. Even those who claim there is no God will still pray.”
An unnamed soldier
78th Engineer Battalion
1975
Mrs. Backyard Poet was watching some movie the other day. I couldn’t tell you what the name of the movie was or anything else about it, except the closing theme song. It was simply the words ‘you can do anything’ repeated over and over again for what seemed like a thousand times. I was so irritated with it that I got up and left the room. But now, many days later, those words are still stuck in my head. Proving the analogy ‘keep it simple stupid’ is still the best practice and it reminded me of how our lives can be defined by just a few lines or even a few words.
Of all the eloquent speeches and writings of Martin Luther King, Jr. most people can sum him up with the simple phrase “I have a Dream”. Very few of us remember much more. What about Abraham Lincoln? If asked what words from ‘Abe’ do you remember, a vast majority would say “Four score and seven years ago” When we hear, “Elementary my dear Watson”, we immediately think of Sherlock Holmes even though it was never said by that character. Who can tell me the person responsible for, “What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes and to make this muddled world a better place for those who will live in it after we are gone? How else can we put ourselves in harmonious relation with the great verities and consolations of the infinite and eternal? And I avow my faith that we are marching towards better days. Humanity will be cast down. We are going on swinging bravely forward along the grand high road and already behind the distant mountains is the promise of the sun.” Hardly anyone; but what about, “You make a living by what you get; you make a life by what you give” then we instantly think of Winston Churchill.
Because it’s simple and easy to remember.
Not yet convinced…let me give you a few simple words and see who comes to your mind. Disclaimer…some are not actual quotes from the person accredited for saying them.
“Let’s make America great again”
“Read my lips, no new taxes”
“I am not a crook”
“Walk softly and carry a big stick”
“We are bigger than Jesus”
“Play it again Sam”
“Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness”
“You get a car, you get a car, and you get a car”
Even when talking about our neighbors we shorten them to a few words. ‘He’s the bald guy that has the poodles’ or ‘the woman that drives the red minivan’ or ‘the couple with all the kids’. I can remember my father telling an acquaintance about me once.,“You know…the one that lives in the city. He’s married to Deb”. Thing is, everyone knew who he was talking about.
So I’ve been thinking, as us old people often do, about how I would like for my epitaph to read.
Father, Husband, Son, Poet…Friend.
Simple.
How do you want to be remembered?
In my life I’ve known bold men that laid down their souls
And we sing of their virtues through lyrics and prose
But none sing the praises of wives left alone
Or the children who live with no father at home
To glory we said and to battle they’d rush
While wives stay at home and forgive them they must
War is hell for everyone and we must never forget it
A prayer to the survivors who each day must relive it
At 9 I longed to be 16
At 16 I screamed to be 18
At 18 I begged to be 21
At 21 I thought surely life will be great at 30
At 30 I wished again to be 21
At 40 I begged for 18
At 50, I acted like 16
At 60 I dream of being 9
When I am 70,
Will I wish I had never been born?
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