Old Men

Old Men short poem

Uploaded by Randall Smith

I saw the soldiers
Marching off to war.
Lean, strong and hard
Like young lions.

I went to a mirror and there
I saw a grey haired, fat old man.
How did this come to be,
What happen I ask myself?

Then I closed my eyes,
And listened to the band.
Here they come
The young men off to war.

And there in their midst,
I saw myself again.
Marching with my men
And we were all so young.

And bringing up the rear
From my fathers war,
Not the old men I remembered
But brothers, veterans.

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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