Bill Grace Poems

The sign was a plea for social justice
Hit and run death had taken him
Father, son, husband, uncle -
It depended on how you entered the tragedy.
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Once upon a time
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Noteing how you treat the cats
In depth of night from day
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Bucks for a burger as a tip
He told me of his poetry and street days
That aluminum rims are nice but slice
under the duress of blowing tires
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Poor Mike never got the recognition he deserved
Tougher than the IRS, persevering to a military pinacle called Chief
The discipline to cut his weight in half
This entrepreneur extraordinaire
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World War II - a father's ancient wound observed
Viet Nam - unraveling a Gordian knot, Dave Fox killed
Gulf War I - Hitler's little clone pushed back
Gulf War II - Strike at ghost of Osama bin Laden
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I do not vote the poems of others
I do not presume to judge
but if you take my breath away
make my heart run fast or beat a little more slow
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Retired, I will never grow long hair
It is the least that I can do
To show those who wear the uniform
That there are ties that bind
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