EMPTYING THE SUITCASE
A dark gloomy day, not much to do
clean the attic, thought this would be cool
an old dusty suitcase, handle dry and cracked
locked without a key, as memories filtered back
as I pried it open, tears ran down my face
photo's of my buddies, lay atop the case
Rich, Tony, Randy, Cal and Loyde, fell upon the floor
these my best friends, lost to a senseless war
underneath the photo's, letters never sent
written to their families some torn and bent
there must have been a reason on that dreadful day
so many words written, so much to say
not remembering the reason until this moment in time
unable to do so because of an exploding mine
lost memory, coma, lasted many years
today this old suitcase returned friends so dear
grateful for that old suitcase, the photo's I did see
because all of my buddies, meant the world to me
I placed a stamp upon each letter
as I mailed them, feeling much better
It's been a year now out of the case
and not one returned letter came back to my place