by
rgpage

in a latter year of my third decade
my twenty seventh to be sure.
i was young and strong, not bad on looks
still seeking my maiden pure.

in my earlier years i’d traveled the globe
the compass far and wide.
i went to war on foreign shores  
   for uncle sam, but not our nation’s pride.

viet nam took many lives
and ruined many more,
from the outset waiting my long
trip home i felt so insecure.

in those few years my way was nye
i traveled from bar to bed.
with whom not knowing nor caring why      
to block the demons in my head.

i lived this way for six long years
not seeing life and life not seeing me.
anti-war riots and widow’s tears
a mother’s cry and father’s plea.

six empty years past the stench of war,
and a life now gone that i once knew.
a stranger then to all once loved
and friend to very few.

now looking back it was then i feel
God saw i had no worth
for this was when i first met you,
an angel come to earth.

it was then you came into focus
you were all that i could see.
you gave your love and took me in
and brought out the best in me.

now forty three years have passed since that day
you came into my life.
i still see you  now w/ that young man’s eyes
when i took you for my wife.