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Maturity and Realization

Fishy Thom

Happy, goofy
Naive and annoying
So much learned
Or so I thought
Never knowing
The power
Of my decisions

I held tight
My youth
My child
My innocence
With a downing grip
Till every thing
A blur
Logic had
Fallen limp

Then I awoke
Drank my first
Breath of reality
Squinting my eyes
Shielding my heart
From the harsh
World to come

I discarded
My naive mind
Like a used tissue
And watched
As my peers
Sniffled and cried

I searched beyond
The sea of children
Hopping another
Was doing the same
And even among
The sea of adults
Far to many
Children I saw

Vietnam


He’s changed
I’ve changed

He wont talk to me
I cant talk to her

About what he’s been through
About what I’ve been through

I tell him Im glad to he made it home
It should have been me

I payed my respects to the wall
I couldn’t face the wall

Thankful for their sacrifice
I have lived too long

To bring him home
They should have gone home

so many names kept us safe
Too many names

Too many young names