The Wartime Issue Poem by Eugene Ethelbert Miller

The Wartime Issue



Even on bad days
you're the only good news.
I'm too old to be interested
in panda bears. I no longer
care which neighborhood
is safe. The weather is dark.
Sports always finds me trying
to rally from an affair. Then
there is you—my anchor in
this world. I wish lifeboats
were kisses. Maybe the next
time you cut your hair the war
will be over. Soldiers will return
home. I'll fight my heart and try
to love again.

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