by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
My mentor Mr. Duffy,
A most devoted friend,
Tells me to be aware
I'm coming to the end.
To the end
Of my first one hundred
Efforts to do verse.
I didn't think about it,
I guess I could do worse.
I'm happy that I could do
A poem just for you, and you.
To bring to you a moment,
A memory or two.
To take you back
To places
That you have near forgot,
Or feelings that were special
And will leave you not.
A scene, a sight, a sound
Of someone not around,
A moment in eternity lost
At a terrible, terrible cost.
Or maybe just
Some silly things
That a lot of laughter
Bring.
Some prank that
You did pull
That made someone else
A fool.
You all fell down
In careless mirth
And laughed for all
That you were worth.
Yes, a hundred verses
Proudly were writ,
And placed where
We all gathered,
Where we all met:
Upon the mighty branches
Of the internet.
So, if I am granted time
And inspiration too,
I'll keep on writing
Until the mighty "Two"
Hundred that is!
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About the author: Robert Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co.(2d-2d) from 1942~44, at Guadalcanal
and Tarawa, during a 33-month overseas tour.
