Graphic by Billie With My Shield, Or On It
I know it is upsetting,
To see things done this way.
Flag-draped caskets side by side,
They’re headed home today.
One thing you might not think about,
The view from the inside.
I’ve got some time now on my hands,
While on this final ride.
Sorry I didn’t write more,
Too late to fix that now.
I’ll try to be more scrupulous,
To get word out somehow.
There are no easy channels,
But I’m sure that you will know,
I don’t regret the choice I made,
And why I had to go.
You’d think perhaps the view from here,
Would be quite dark inside,
But it is light as light can be,
My burden’s been untied.
And I’ve been lifted up,
On angel wings I think,
And I’ve got every thing I need,
Except our kitchen sink.
I’d like to wash my hands once more,
And turn and get a hug.
I wish I could shake the hand of,
My best friend too, ya lug.
But all that stuff is over now,
I’ve got my new assignment,
Looks like I hitched my wagon to,
A different star alignment.
I know I always promised Mom,
I’d try to be real good,
Will someone please just let her know,
I did the best I could.
I have to go now, duty calls,
Think of me when you can,
The folks will think they lost their boy,
My buddies saw a man.
NicknamedBob . . . April 25, 2004
© 2004
