I wrote this poem for all my brothers who have given and lost so much
since returning home 40 years ago.
Thinking of things that come from afar
Sitting alone at the end of this old bar
Glass half empty bottle have full
Hoping soon my mind it will dull
So many years and bottles now gone
From a time when our love was like a sweet song
Carefree in love seeing only bright skies
Still remembering that sparkle in her eyes
Then came that awful Vietnam War
Still growing on me like a festered sore
That war that changed me so
Forcing her love for me to go
I could not give up those sleepless nights
Dreams and thoughts of fierce fights
Alone again in that dreaded past
Reliving every single gun blast
So here I sit racked with pain
Soaked with sweat like a hot rain
Still missing her wanted back her touch
That faded love I long for so much
Forlorn I sit alone and lost
Looking out the window at an early frost
Wondering why I can't let loose
That War hanging on me like a noose
Me The Bourbon and Her Memories
Edwin J. Smith
The Old Cowboy Poet
Dec 5th 2008
