Thirty Two Years Poem by Bill Grace

In the great cafeteria behind the Samson size pillars
I eat ice cream and write
The therapist has informed me
My daughter has learned guerilla warfare from me
I learned early you do not attack a tank from the front.
In the parking lot a secret beer and Burger King
In the cafeteria a very public ice cream
In the canteen/store of the once great hospital - combat gloves
Kevlar gloves with flammability resistance to 423 degree Fahrenheit
How things change in only thirty two years.