by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942–Sep 1945

 I check my mirror
every day and
see a guy who
has grown grey,
a wrinkle here 
a wrinkle there,
a nick and scratch
from my daily shave
to which I feel
like a slave.

How often
have I razored me?
Oh, no!
How could that be?
I’m really only 90 years—
that number seems extreme.

Yet I’m there
every morn
creaming up 
to be shorn
of facial fuzz
that grows thick
upon my old face.

I would’ve grown 
a beard but Mama
wouldn't hear of it,
she likes me best
clean and smooth,
I guess I do, too.

So here I am
most every day
just whiling 
my time away
greeting each
and every dawn
feeling good
and carrying on.

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

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