Leave Me A Message Poem by John Shea

Write on the wall
In the spring winter or fall

Do it next year what the hell
Or perhaps in 2012
We owe one another a mark to remember
Perhaps the 11th of september

Hug and kiss the one you love
On the wings of that snow white dove.

Leave me the message in my olfactory nerves
Or in my aging tired eyes

I may taste it on the tip of my tongue
The message should be sung

By the old and the young

God bless our troops
And their march to heaven

A message for freedom
Sung by the old and the young.