Jean Meyer Poems

The voices in my head
Are all talking to fast
I try to keep up
But they go right past
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Deep in the jungle
from high above
Comes the roar of thunder
From the enemies gun.
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Barely out of his teens
A young man went
To fight a war in a land
He had never seen.
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The flag still flies
As proud as can be
After the horrible night
For you and me.
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The man at the bar
We all know who you are.
You come in each day
To relax and play.
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As a young boy you lost your mother
Who could be replaced by no other.

As a teen there's not much to say
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