Born 1946 the Big One was over
1950s playing with Lincoln logs
Korea was playing cymbals of hate
1960s prom night and passion
Vietnam hot and sweaty reared its head
Jungles beckoned my youth, my dreams
dashed by a steel military helmet
black boots climbed hills in Kentucky
youth stolen by the vulgarity of war
Now a million stars ago I sit in my recliner
watching a sad lady torched and crying.
America never failed me
not even in my darkest hours of growing old
I guess man doesn’t change
money lives on eternally,
true heaven writes a bitter epitaph
for the man with jingling pockets.
