Docjaa

My thoughts on recent events ended up as a poem. The Watch To tell him the time Or to keep us safe The one on his wrist Or at Abbey Gate ’Tis time to do ’t. I’ve places to go He just couldn’t wait He just had to know The watch on his wrist Or over the crowd One brings us to shame One The Few, The Proud With Anchors Away And Maroon Beret “I love my job” with a baby held dear Don’t worry little one, nothing to fear I’m here, I’ve got you, I’ll keep you from ill From those with dark hearts who come here to kill The arms that held a baby with such care As feigned freedom vanished into the air From brother to brother and sister, too My life I lay down, I’m right here with you Did you check your Watch that stood at the gate? The wall of youth between freedom and hate Did they check their watches as hours ticked by? Did you check your Watch, or just let them die? Two decades have gone, what have we to show? The good old wrist watch on a fool named Joe Two decades have gone, what have we to show? They stood their last Watch, our hearts full of woe Semper Fi, Doc Akins Navy veteran