He Was A Pilot Poem by Jade Huang

He was a pilot,
Tall, handsome, and smart,
Like a brave eagle,
He took his flight.

When he came back from Vietnam,
He lost one leg,
and one arm couldn’t be straight,
Also he became blind.

I felt sad
every time I saw him;
But he felt lucky,
because he is still alive in this world.
“Thank you, thank you, Jesus! ”
He always murmured.

I don’t know what the war is for,
I only know many lives lost in the war:
Keep away from war,
Hold peace tight more!

He was a pilot,
Now he is in a wheel chair quiet;
I am pushing on it
to take him to his bed.


* Mr. Price Starnes is one patient of mine. He is my friend, too. He is a positive and firm man. I’m proud of him.