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Future of the Morrows

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  • Future of the Morrows

    My eyes woke to smoke

    My mind
    to War
    once again

    My mind burned
    with the memory
    of White

    of today
    I think I know
    and remember it

    The heavyness
    it has left me now
    as I lay here

    with you
    Sweet Death
    Sweet Birth
    My mind is a blur

    of happenings to me

    I spin in memory
    and cry a million tears
    of happiness
    and despair

    as I relive it All
    it ALL
    the totality of
    life

    so small

    it is.

    But so great
    I am
    I was

    Now the Flag comes
    and she cries
    and how
    she cries

    Oh Mommie
    oh God
    how she cries

    It is so futile
    to wonder
    why
    I left

    I had to

    The War Angel moves on
    She picks her
    favorite men

    the Next to go
    On This special day
    I get to go

    I am honored to meet
    and yet, to
    say goodbye

    Sweet sorrows!
    the future of the
    Morrows

    For I am a soldier
    whose future does not
    include tomorrow

    Semper Fidelis


    and So This is Christmas
    And What Have YOU done?

    Kabal739@aol.com
    yup...it is me
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