Oldman Thomas

Old man Thomas who laughs with a frown only
yesterday a boy a man and now
gray of hair that misses his brow sunken
eyes that stare that glare... down

His frame so twisted and frayed by time
Bent and dwarfed like an ocean pine
clinging to memories etched on his mind a
portrait of en durance sketched from lines

Old man Thomas the man was a boy
laughed and cried and played with toys
his world was quaint and filled with joy
old man Thomas he loved that boy

His life so free and dreams so grand what
reason to end he could not understand
with one boyish try at a futile stand over
whelmed by hu manity he be came a man

Old man Thomas the soldier the war
drafted into service he knew no more
honor and dignity the nation implored
reverence to life a pledge to scorn

Engaged in a battle of internal strife
shrouded in darkness as bleak as the night
forced into a position of flight or fight
old man Thomas he took a life

Old man Thomas the soldier and change
formed from the blood stained mud ordained by
god and country near insane the
life he took and his the same

An empty shell that moves through space
A victim of ignorance formed by fate
whose dreams were lost to the muddied lake
filled with life never to consecrate

Old man Thomas it is clear as to why you
laugh with a frown so you don't cry

1988 Jim Cain