My Poem - Now I Am Crying

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This poem was written and e-mailed to me from Shorty Estabrook - EX-POW from North Korea Tiger Camp
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My poem - now I am crying


I have not forgetten
you old pal
and each day I see you
standing there
saying goodby
and wishing me well
even though
that day was your last.

What would life have offered you?
We shall never know
and soon we too will
be saying good by
It seems like yesterday.

THE MARCH

Worn, cold
and haggared
hungry to the bone
a ghostly group
staggers through
the valley
not seeing
not hearing
not feeling.

Bones hold
them erect
and skin
stretchs tight
in pale contrast
to what once was.

It was the most terrible
of times
when death was sudden
and swift
no more pain
with instant
silence on a
bed of snow.