The 1st poem
Time
Time it marched on
Like us to the slaughter
Dragged us away
From mothers and daughter
Our sons left to wander
A minefield of youth
Directionless and hungry
War’s nature; uncouth
We left as fun boys
Came back angry men
Brought the war home with us
Minus some friends
Forget the past years
Just forgive and forget
Here’s a job and a house
No time for regrets
But late at night
I wake up wide-awake
I sweat and I cry
start to shake
The booze has worn off
flashbacks switched on
My mind is an engine
I can’t run from
It’s zero four hundred
see you tomorrow again
A 24 hour snooze button
… to revisit dead friends
Another funeral
Another eulogy. Another crowd of sad faces. Always at the same places. Just the size of the room differed. Pleasant p
