Only the Salt Remains

My thoughts have lost their edge

There is no passion anymore

From the day we made our pledge

From the day we went to war

It has been some forty years

I have lived the war each day

I've hidden a river of tears

Wondering why it ended this way

Pain of the tears is always there

But only the stinging salt remains

Wondering always, how and where

I'll spend my remaining days

There is no passion anymore

No talking long into the night

Only secret memories stored

Of youth and the need to fight

©10/30/08Terry Sutherland