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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.
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 11:53 AM UTC
my wife, my life
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.
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