Upon My Pillow

The dead visit my sleep

Come to life stirring past events

I am intruded upon by shadows

That have no place to go

No where save in my dreams

They hold no respect for me

Because I am not dead

 

Alive I am, leave me alone

I breathe, I eat and drink

Unlike you sadly cast in stone

My time is here away from you now

My life is mine, not yours, to own

The Colonel: My Old Man

 

Once he was a man of great physical strength
With energy, resolve, he strived never to relent

Making his mark upon life’s trail

Where countless others so often fail

Standing headlong into the winds

A mighty man whose compass did not bend

 

I gaze with tearful eyes upon him now

An aged old ship with broken bow

Whose once full sail all now in tatters

Never to return to a young mans’ matters

He stands alone saluting his past

A proud full flag now at half mast