There was glimmer,
But only briefly.
The opaque eyes
For a moment
Sparkled.
Then it was gone.
A muzzy purr
He drooled.
It slowly trickled
Down his chin.
Meandering
To join the rest.
Forty years
Young.
No sign of
Grey or arthritis,
Trapped in
Time.
A man’s
Dreams.
Still young in
Mind.
Those happy
Thoughts.
His tender
Love.
They’re young
Family
A bright new
World.
He
Remains.
All else
Now perished.
One of the
Survivors?
Excellent poem
Thanks
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Paratrooper's don't die........ they go to Hell and regroup!!!
I love your choices of words. Goes together very well