by James Stockton
The things that come to mind
when you’re sittin’ all alone
seem to have a will of their own,
they come sneaking up behind.
They tell us good thoughts are the best
(leave all the blood & thunder far away)
but, usually, no matter how you try,
they come crowding out the rest.
Reminiscing is dwelling on the past
thinkin’ of friends of long ago
trying to keep the good thoughts close,
they get crowded out with the rest.
Some day, I swear, I’ll sit me down,
swear my thoughts are pure and kind
but, then, I guess, I’ll be so alone. . .
bad reminiscin’ is better’n none.
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The author: James Stockton was a gunner with C Co., 5thTkBn, 5thMarDiv on Iwo Jima Feb-Mar 1945, as well as other posts throughout the Corps during a 20-year stint.