I sit and feel the wheel of time; slip.
Luck has been with me over time.
I have worn green, played silly ******
Jumped off tanks for weeks on end.
Wearing my body till the future tells.
Blue worn next
Chasing those that didn’t want to be caught
Weighed down with kit
Wearing out my form.
Worn black and ****** hose
Stressing limb and muscle to save homes.
Ran to wrecks
Pulled out the living to survive
Gas pouring down my leg.
I don’t complain.
I ran to the guns,
I rushed to burning buildings.
Protect my village and those within.
I never complained.
It was what I did.
But now the wheel slips.
I have worn me out.
I have lost my youth.
What I have done is natural
All was done without thought.
I never expected to reach this age.
So if I am a little slower.
Rub my joints and muscles.
Seems like I am an old man.
Don’t feel bad.
I’ve lived my life doing what I want

April 2017                      Dan Gray