When I am done…

When I am done..

I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now.

I need little.

I wonder where do the old soldiers go? When they are so tired.

Maybe we are doomed to die alone.

I drink the soldier whiskey alone tonight and I am not lonely.

The Black Velvet is the soldier last friend.

I sat with many soldiers waiting for their last breathe.

Cancer and agent orange was killing them and the Black Velvet made the dying days okay.

I love my books, I love the jazz and I love Marianne Faithful.

Marianne sing me the truth. We will become sad and desire less.

I pour three finger of the Black Velvet into my favorite shot glasses.

And I asked the night. Can I stay strong for the grandchildren?

I raised the first finger of the whiskey and I tell the quiet night.

Please tell my friend lost to war. Johnnie getting old.

He will join you soon at the soldier’s table. I drink the whiskey.

Once I believed, life was mine to own.

Now I know, I was just spitting into the wind and I lost.

I lift the second finger of the Black Velvet.

I tell the dark night.

Did I do enough?

I raise the glass of whiskey to the sky and I tell the ghosts of dead friends killed in war.

I outlived my usefulness.

I drink the whiskey.

I hold the third finger of the whiskey and I tell the midnight hours.

Thank you beautiful Marianne for the song.

The song of Winter had overtook me. Old soldier is so damn tired.

I must stay alive till sickness steal my mind and body.

Grandchildren need me to take them fishing and to the lakes.

I raise the glass and I tell the ghost of many, who cannot leave my mind.

I will stay alive for you.  You left me my good friends too soon.

Damn war steal the best from us. I drink the third finger of whiskey.

I filled a glass, half filled with  a glass of water.

I tell the dark night,

the 32 pistol isn’t loaded and I won’t die tonight.

The ghost of many won’t allow me to die.

They whisper to me.

Please tell my children. I loved them so.

I am the leftover man.

I wanted to die in war and

death didn’t want me.

Now when I am done.

What will they remember?

My family, my friends.

Did I do enough.

I drink the glass of the whiskey.

And I told the night.

One more day.

Dancing Coyote