Nothing Seems the Same

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Nothing seems the same, no more,
As the flag-draped casket lays in state,
And no one seems to understand,
That this didn’t have to be.

NOTHING SEEMS THE SAME

By Al Garcia

 

Nothing seems the same, no more

As the flag-draped casket lays in state,

And no one seems to understand,

That this didn’t have to be.

 

I see the grieving family,

Their faces drawn, their bodies bent

And I see the vanquished face of war,

In a place reserved for adoration and gratitude.

 

Outside I see the willow tree,

Now old, broken and tired,

Like the spirit and the heart,

That once soared with great expectation

And wonderous imagination.

 

Those were the days of youthful indiscretions,

And insolent transgressions.

When young men dreamed of growing old,

And sitting under the willow tree,

To reminisce and pass the time away.

 

So young to be deceived and cheated,

Of the days of glory and of splendor.

So soon and unexpected, the agony and the pain

That dims the light and frees the anxious soul.

 

Church bells ring and choirs sing,

And I feel the grief and see the tears

That overflow and break a mother’s heart.

And I extend my arm to comfort and ease the agony.

 

Nothing seems the same, no more

As the flag-draped casket lays in state,

And no one seems to understand,

That this didn’t have to be.

 

The long day’s journey nearing end,

The tear-stained flag still vigilant and strong,

As mourners pass to pay respect

For having served and sacrificed,

And died a hero’s death.

 

Nothing seems the same, no more

Nothing ever will.

For gone are dreams of unlived days,

And of youth denied without a chance

To feel the fulness of a life that never was to be.

 

If only I could feel and sense the wind against my face,

And be cradled one more time, again,

By arms that made me feel so safe, so loved,

When I was a child, a boy, and almost a man.

 

I hear the cries rise up and the fluttering of the flag,

And I know the time has come.

I must close my eyes and dream of life no more,

For a memory is all that I will ever be,

When the shadows come and darkness overtakes the light.


Submitted: September 17, 2021

© Copyright 2021 A.Garcia. All rights reserved.

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