Our Smile Poem by Paul Seay

Our smile, not born of joy - as yours

Though, we push hard just to bear a little grin

If our mind was content by the world's allure

We could dream the dreams, of other mortal men

Our silence is not the loss for words - as yours

It speaks a loud tone that frightens us to hear

We wish the night could be for sleep, and not to endure

If only the knock of loneliness, fell on deaf ears

Frowns do not spawn of bad days - as yours

Veterans we are - our scowl carved in stone

Our hearts are wounded warriors, our lives are war forged

No soldier wants to die in battle, alone

We wish only to feel - as you
That this foreign land is home.