![]() WHO I AMA Poem by DrDTen years of study and a dream fulfilled I was “doctor” of science and the world was mine. But one telegram, to report for duty And the dream and my goals were mere shadows.
Four years of hell from Saigon to Danang The stench of death and taste of blood. And then it was over, as quick as it began And I was free except for crutches and pain.
America was no longer my home And I was no longer me And I went in search of who I might be And settled on the seaside in Italy.
For days I had watched her, afraid to approach So magnificent she was, so delicate and fresh Never had I defined beauty before And now it smiled at me as she passed.
Four years as lovers, seventeen as spouses Never a word in anger nor one to regret We loved as if love belonged only to us And she found in me who I would always be.
Then one day, with a quivering lip She told me about cancer " the one that was hers And four years later, her hand in mine She went away into the backyard of my soul.
And again I wonder who I am I am a merchant of words Crafting my lies in the guise of fiction Alone in a box I call my home.
Nothing was ever forever mine Not my goals and dream or love or hope Evaporated all into the circle of time Until it is only me " wondering who I am.© 2016 DrD |
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1 Review Added on January 27, 2016 Last Updated on January 27, 2016 Author![]() DrDA suburb of heaven, MexicoAboutI'm just a guy living in Mexico. I am the author of SMITH COUNTY JUSTICE (horribly over priced) and some other books you can find in my photos. or at my website: http://auth18.wix.com/david-e.. more..Writing
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