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David Died on D-Day

by Siri Lipscomb

The 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 © 2024 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. Pe4ce...

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