Terry D. Sutherland

ONLY THE SALT REMAINS

My thoughts have lost their edge
There is no passion anymore
From the day we made our pledge
From the day we went to war

It has been some forty years
I have lived the war each day
I’ve hidden a river of tears
Wondering why it ended this way

Pain of the tears is always there
But only the stinging salt remains
Wondering always, how and where
I’ll spend my remaining days

There is no passion anymore
No talking long into the night
Only secret memories stored
Of youth and the need to fight