Thirty Two Years Poem by Bill Grace

Thirty Two Years



In the great cafeteria behind the Samson size pillars
I eat ice cream and write
The therapist has informed me
My daughter has learned guerilla warfare from me
I learned early you do not attack a tank from the front.
In the parking lot a secret beer and Burger King
In the cafeteria a very public ice cream
In the canteen/store of the once great hospital - combat gloves
Kevlar gloves with flammability resistance to 423 degree Fahrenheit
How things change in only thirty two years.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Carse 12 February 2012

Very beautiful. Succint, poignant - a delicate snapshot. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks

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