A Casualty of Sorts
His tours of duty came to an end
An M-16 and made lost friends
Were his to have for a short while
Career soldier of rank and file
He pages diary penned since day one
A war of sorts some think was won
But in his book are secrets kept
Alive still fought birthed from his head
He'd write of battles and of peace
Peace of mind to say the least
Was not to have at least this day
Another pill now popped makes way
A way to feel numb for awhile
A frame of mind helping compile
A resume to land somewhere
Upon a desk where someone cares
Cares to give an interview
Knows, respects who paid their dues
Who served country that fast becomes
Forgetful now of what he's done
A hand missing four of five fingers
A stare his blank upon face lingers
Fat chance someone will hire me
As once was said, be all you can be
He battles now with keyboard old
Like him yet older as keys now hold
A man hostage who types with one
One hand that bares what two had done
He'll wait by phone not cell but wall
As mail he does waiting for calls
Of one last write that makes up him
While nursing hand job prospects dim
Love on a veteran today, not just Veterans Day!
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