Lost and Still Gone.

13 years of taken memories

Spending my time gleaming in fun instead of knowing

Clouds of the sweet, thick aroma in the scenery

Nostrils flair at the horrid sent of side stream smoke flowing

 

Whiskey organized in a wood cabinet that I shall see tomorrow

The deserted corps found by my father’s sister uncovered

White snow at my feet now melted by sorrow

Low cries and goodbyes were quietly muttered

 

Oh America how sweet the loud sound of gun fire

Blood red roses sticking out from the frozen bare ground

His flag folded and sadly retired

His old soul hopefully now found

 

Bidding farewell of the one I barely knew

Green comfy couch and watching beaten up satellite