by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

Years goes slowly
one by one and
now that I'm 81
I look back and
wonder why
I still walk
beneath the sky.
Has life more 
for me to do?

I can list a thing or two
to which I've
been attached
like war and peace,
work I do that
has carried me through
the rough times
and the good.

Like folks of age
and there's quite a few,
I find things often 
hard to do.
Like climbing stairs
or scrubbing floors
or doing other
kinds of chores.
My shoes are getting 
further down,
I'm sure they've
moved the ground.

Oh well, I'm sure
when my time comes
that I'll be ready
to succumb 
to a 'Fall out'
command and
march right up
the golden stairs
in cadence with
the DI there
who's under God's
command.

And keeps old Marines
like me in hand
and gives them each
another stripe
and lets them know
they done it right.
Semper Fi!

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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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