I cannot recall the date of this poem…..it was while I sat in the airport waiting on the flight to be called out to return to Oakland Army Terminal, the jump off point for the military going to Asia…..

The Wait

As I sit here

During the long wait,

I think of Mary, my dear,

And listen for flight and gate.

This is not the usual wait,

As you might think,

But a wait into hate

of dirt and stink.

You may say you understand

This is hard to see.

How can you understand man?

That is the difference between you and me.

The wait is long

This is true

But all must be strong

And the wait unto you.

CHUQ                ?/?/1969

BTW, the reference to Mary….have NO idea who that was suppose to be…….