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David Died on D-Day
by Siri LipscombThe war had nearly destroyed him
It left him crumpled and scarred
The only way for him to survive
Was to act heartless and hard
Incapable of being a father
Didn't know how to live happily
Not showing up or being there
Choosing other causes over family
His weakness was feeling emotion
And then he welled up and cried
Could not get over the horrors
Many others had suffered and died
The line between faith and dogma
Abstraction had left him confused
So alcohol sex and prescriptions
All became habits abused
Agent Orange finally got him
Irish whiskey with a twist
At death's door coughing his guts out
He still had courage and grit
David died on D-Day
What tragic irony
I hope our son can forgive him
And also forgive me
6/6/2003 03/13/2004 Posted on 03/13/2004
Copyright © 2025 Siri Lipscomb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 03/14/04 at 12:22 PM This is a doleful yet convalescent composition, Siri. Literal in its meaning, symbolic in its nature. Fortunately, it seems, your intuition has guided you to understanding, as evidenced in this magnificent expose.
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