Poem #3–1968Posted: 5 October 2012
When in war, young men ask questions and try to deal with what they see……this was written after an engagement where myself and Jay Stearn were the only two that came out of it unscathed……..2 outta 12.
What is this unknown thing which calls us?
Is it known what is our future?
How can we know?
It is never left up to us.
Cold, black uncertain…..
Is it like the Iron Curtain?
No, it’s the soft faith,
Is it believed as thus?
How do we decide what our paths shall be?
Do we determine it by a single good deed?
Is it meant to be,
That there is a place for me?
Who really knows,
How our future goes?
Is it right to change it?
Do we dare attempt to beat it?
Is life meant to be pre-ordained?
Is this planned before………?
Just question that I felt needed to be asked…….thoughts?