This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO


AP Headline, July 8: 3 Marines killed in western Iraq province.

Once upon a time in America
A father gave a gift to his young boy.
The child had hoped for a gun,
Instead it was a globe.
“What is it, Daddy?”
The boy asked?
“It is the world, my son.”

The boy sat on the floor
Spinning it `round and `round
Watching as the oceans and land
blurred into one.
Soon the boy grew tired
Of spinning his new gift
And asked,
“Where is America, Daddy?”
“There is America.” he did say.
“What about Vietnam, Daddy?”
“There will be plenty of time for learning
Now go outside and play.”

Time began to pass by quickly
And with each passing year
The boy would ask his father,
“Where is Vietnam, Daddy?”
And each time the father would say,
“There will be plenty of time for learning.
Now go outside and play.”

Then time lunged forth so fast
That the boy was a soldier
Heading for a war in Iraq.
He stood now
Before his own young son,
“This is what my Daddy gave me
When I had just turned five.”
“What is it?”
“It is the world, my son.”
“Where is America, Daddy?”
“There’s America.” he said
Putting his finger through the sky.
“What about Iraq, Daddy?”
“There’ll be plenty of time for learning, son.
Now give Daddy a kiss goodbye.”

Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman

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