MillRatUSMC
01-01-04, 12:25 PM
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My first try at poetry.
This young man really is an old man looking back on life in the Marine Corps.
A YOUNG MAN
There once was a young fellow,
Who dress neat,
Others thought him shallow,
This young fellow,
Was on a path,
Remembering all those other young fellows,
Now forever still,
It was God will,
For this young fellow,
To walk on that path,
Remembering all those other young fellows.
Here is my second try at poetry.
WHY
I've asked my self that question,
Why did you have to die,
While those that had the most to guard,
Left it to the poor to go and die,
Sometimes, I feel sad,
That you died,
Even at this late date,
No one wants to say "Why",
You had to die,
Was it luck?
Or God's will,
That you had to die and be forever still.
My last try at poetry.
WHO SPEAKS FOR THE DEAD?
I see a "Wall" of Names
Where images are reflected.
Of those that went to their "FATE".
In place of many that had excuses from thier fate.
Who speaks for the "DEAD" at this late date?
No one, as most want to forgive and forget.
I'm sorry,I just can't do that just yet.
This last poem was placed on the Vietnam Memorial in honor of many that died in Vietnam, doing their duty to God, Country and their beloved Corps.
Take a few moments and look over your shoulder,
You might see them as they were.
I came back angry and remembering their cries of pain.
But from this day forth,
I try to remember their laughter and how happy they were.
Remember all our POW/MIA's and KIA's in all the countries of Southeast Asia.
If I made you stop and think about all those other "Fellows".
It was worth all my work.
My first try at poetry.
This young man really is an old man looking back on life in the Marine Corps.
A YOUNG MAN
There once was a young fellow,
Who dress neat,
Others thought him shallow,
This young fellow,
Was on a path,
Remembering all those other young fellows,
Now forever still,
It was God will,
For this young fellow,
To walk on that path,
Remembering all those other young fellows.
Here is my second try at poetry.
WHY
I've asked my self that question,
Why did you have to die,
While those that had the most to guard,
Left it to the poor to go and die,
Sometimes, I feel sad,
That you died,
Even at this late date,
No one wants to say "Why",
You had to die,
Was it luck?
Or God's will,
That you had to die and be forever still.
My last try at poetry.
WHO SPEAKS FOR THE DEAD?
I see a "Wall" of Names
Where images are reflected.
Of those that went to their "FATE".
In place of many that had excuses from thier fate.
Who speaks for the "DEAD" at this late date?
No one, as most want to forgive and forget.
I'm sorry,I just can't do that just yet.
This last poem was placed on the Vietnam Memorial in honor of many that died in Vietnam, doing their duty to God, Country and their beloved Corps.
Take a few moments and look over your shoulder,
You might see them as they were.
I came back angry and remembering their cries of pain.
But from this day forth,
I try to remember their laughter and how happy they were.
Remember all our POW/MIA's and KIA's in all the countries of Southeast Asia.
If I made you stop and think about all those other "Fellows".
It was worth all my work.