BITTER SWEET
Ribbons of color pinned on his chest,
He made it home and gave his best.
Happy to be home, yet, he feels alone,
Misses his Brothers,
Maybe Nam was home?
Took a long time too get in the groove,
Hell, he had nothing to prove.
Met a young lady and settled down,
Everyone knows him in this small town.
Many years later, their children grown,
His wife left him,
Now he is alone.
Fighting the battles of many years past,
He has to do something,
Or his life is cast.
Looking through things he may want to keep,
Pictures of old friends he knew in Viet Nam.
Wishing for old times, yet, dreading the song.
What ever happened?
Does he still belong?
Comes across the ribbons,
He wore on his chest.
Remembers, he did his best,
What should he do with these tokens of war?
As he throws them on the floor.