by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I've hung around
this old world for
many years,
I've seen some
good times
and some that
brought me tears.

Just an ordinary guy
with the usual gripes
and groans:
the government,
taxes and
the young'uns
make me moan.

I can see a lot things
that are so very wrong,
I try to look for all
things that make
our country strong
but it ain't easy.

Each day I read
the paper and
reflect upon
the news,
each day I see
another place
where someone 
breaks the rules.

It seems that
chasing money
is the only 
thing to do
no matter how
you get it,
it's all up to you.

We use to think
that criminals
were poor and
had no hope
but now we know
that ain't the truth,
we’ve had to
look around and
take a wider scope.

They also come
 from higher ups
at the top of the tree,
the ones that have 
a lot more than
you and me.
If you have 
million bucks or
maybe even more,
you have to get
another one to
even up the score.

The morals of a
yesteryear
have faded 
to the past,
they knew that
truth and honesty
were meant to last
and last.

So please
don’t tell me
of the glory 
of these times:
the Internet,
cell phones and
that kind of trash.
It don't mean
a damn thing
if you ain't got
peace of mind. . .
and a healthy stash.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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