{"id":1091,"date":"2016-12-19T00:02:24","date_gmt":"2016-12-19T06:02:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?p=1091"},"modified":"2016-12-19T00:02:24","modified_gmt":"2016-12-19T06:02:24","slug":"1969-walking-these-old-streets-in-search","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/2016\/12\/19\/1969-walking-these-old-streets-in-search\/","title":{"rendered":"1969 Walking These Old Streets (In Search)"},"content":{"rendered":"

My eyes are blinded by sins committed during war one day,<\/span><\/p>\n

In a warrior’s memories it’s only the worst ones that replay,<\/span><\/p>\n

The neighborhood has windows that are covered in wood, <\/span><\/p>\n

I would hold dear the broken parents of each man if I could, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As I crawl slowly beneath the shrubs I see the old folks too,<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart cries for the days of innocence after World War Two,<\/span><\/p>\n

The pride of their parents has been diminished by a stone, <\/span><\/p>\n

Broken windows at protestors hands have left Warriors alone, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’m shivering in the darkness of the shadows that hides their sins, <\/span><\/p>\n

Beaten by my neighbors and left in an alley this is how it begins, <\/span><\/p>\n

My poor heart keeps watching in hopes a girl I know drives by, <\/span><\/p>\n

We are your children’s best friend yet you yell we should die, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Death is creeping in the neighborhood under false pretense, <\/span><\/p>\n

Seen as a draft-board letter it carries a bullet of the past tense, <\/span><\/p>\n

Death stalks broken hearts of elders whose children died in war, <\/span><\/p>\n

And protestors yell at neighbor’s children shouting “War! No more!”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As I stagger home from my beating that came from an old friend, <\/span><\/p>\n

Three men and a blanket created equality that is soon to end, <\/span><\/p>\n

Wearing boots I had given as a gift will make it easy to identify, <\/span><\/p>\n

Children’s children are raising babies that sit alone under no eye, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Many of my friends have died at the hands of their protesting peers, <\/span><\/p>\n

Depression with no support brings a carelessness that soon appears,<\/span><\/p>\n

How has my life changed so much in only two horrible short years, <\/span><\/p>\n

Signs of venomous hate towards we drafted men burns and sears, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If but a sip of water was given me from those that saw that group, <\/span><\/p>\n

I am almost certain the other two were in my Boy Scout troop, <\/span><\/p>\n

I have been walking these old streets hoping she will drive by,<\/span><\/p>\n

Got a bad feeling that upon my return to the war it’s cry or die, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My heart keeps watching in hopes I will find the one open door, <\/span><\/p>\n

I guess I should adjust to the fact that she doesn’t care anymore, <\/span><\/p>\n

It’s not heaven I’m searching for but I seek the girl from before, <\/span><\/p>\n

If you see her, tell her I’m in love with her and maybe, even more. <\/span><\/p>\n

The end. July 25, 1969. By Pat<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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