The Blues
Whenever you feel blue,
Have nothing better to do,
Just take a walk in the sun,
Put those blues on the run.
If those blues won't leave,
You still must believe,
That it does take time,
Just to clear your mind
If you believe in fate,
Then it's never too late,
Just look to your star,
The most brilliant by far
It's up there that sign,
It might take some time,
But when you do see it,
It will make you sublime.
Whenever you feel blue,
Have nothing better to do,
Just take a walk in the sun,
Put those blues on the run.
If those blues won't leave,
You still must believe,
That it does take time,
Just to clear your mind
If you believe in fate,
Then it's never too late,
Just look to your star,
The most brilliant by far
It's up there that sign,
It might take some time,
But when you do see it,
It will make you sublime.
By Leonard Schrick
97-years-old
"Sacrifice"
A Memorial Day poem in memoriam for all those
who made the ultimate sacrifice for our country
No one wants to be here.
There're better things to do.
But freedom and duty are calling
So you halt your life for a few.
The sacrifice shows on their faces:
The horror, the pain, and the grit.
And they ask themselves and each other
"What numb-nut got us in this pit?"
He's torn asunder by a b-trap
As his newborn, far away, screams her first breath
But he will never know his daughter;
She'll never know the details of his death.
You know she's the best damn shot in the unit
As she sits missing her kids: six, five, and three.
"Eagle Eyes" is what we call her
She sacrificed herself so those kids stay free.
The single Mom with one strong son
She raised him on her own
She begged him not to leave her
In a flag-draped coffin, today, he's back home.
Tears stream down your cheeks
As you remember each one fall.
We all gave some part of us
But some of us gave all
By Doug Seagraves
U. S. Navy veteran
Villages at Cabrillo in Long Beach
97-years-old
"Sacrifice"
A Memorial Day poem in memoriam for all those
who made the ultimate sacrifice for our country
No one wants to be here.
There're better things to do.
But freedom and duty are calling
So you halt your life for a few.
The sacrifice shows on their faces:
The horror, the pain, and the grit.
And they ask themselves and each other
"What numb-nut got us in this pit?"
He's torn asunder by a b-trap
As his newborn, far away, screams her first breath
But he will never know his daughter;
She'll never know the details of his death.
You know she's the best damn shot in the unit
As she sits missing her kids: six, five, and three.
"Eagle Eyes" is what we call her
She sacrificed herself so those kids stay free.
The single Mom with one strong son
She raised him on her own
She begged him not to leave her
In a flag-draped coffin, today, he's back home.
Tears stream down your cheeks
As you remember each one fall.
We all gave some part of us
But some of us gave all
By Doug Seagraves
U. S. Navy veteran
Villages at Cabrillo in Long Beach
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