WHO I AM

WHO I AM

A Poem by DrD

Ten years of study and a dream fulfilled

I was “doctor” of science and the world was mine.

But one telegram, to report for duty

And the dream and my goals were mere shadows.

 

Four years of hell from Saigon to Danang

The stench of death and taste of blood.

And then it was over, as quick as it began

And I was free except for crutches and pain.

 

America was no longer my home

And I was no longer me

And I went in search of who I might be

And settled on the seaside in Italy.

 

For days I had watched her, afraid to approach

So magnificent she was, so delicate and fresh

Never had I defined beauty before

And now it smiled at me as she passed.

 

Four years as lovers, seventeen as spouses

Never a word in anger nor one to regret

We loved as if love belonged only to us

And she found in me who I would always be.

 

Then one day, with a quivering lip

She told me about cancer " the one that was hers

And four years later, her hand in mine

She went away into the backyard of my soul.

 

And again I wonder who I am

I am a merchant of words

Crafting my lies in the guise of fiction

Alone in a box I call my home.

 

Nothing was ever forever mine

Not my goals and dream or love or hope

Evaporated all into the circle of time

Until it is only me " wondering who I am.

© 2016 DrD



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WOW... I don't know what to type... sigh
This is hard hitting reality .. Life

Well written/said.. even the tears are heard..

Jazz...........x

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DrD

1 Year Ago

Thank you, dear.
J. J.  Nightingale

1 Year Ago

You are welcome David................... XX

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