jazzlover
B.E. Sergeant First Class
It Takes Pressure to Make a Diamond
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Post by jazzlover on Dec 11, 2006 19:08:22 GMT -5
Riding on the 317 Bus today I pondered the direction of my life Will I die in a nursing home and outlive my wife
Will I be like my mother who had Dementia and pain Will I stare out of a window staring at the rain
Can I survive with no children to tend to my feeble need Will I sit in a wheelchair with food tubes to feed
I want to die a warriors death and die on the battle field But I can’t do that either my uniforms I had to yield
I fear the word “alone”, it haunts me night and day “alone” is the greatest fear and against it I do pray
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