When He Was 18 Poem by Randy McClave

When he was 18
He wasn't healthy enough to serve,
And he wasn't strong enough or tuff enough or mean
He was, but a coward, and he had no nerve.
He had bone spurs the doctor had said
So, he couldn't serve the military for our country,
So, he crawled back into his sick bed
And began counting all of his daddy's money.

When he was 18
Our young men were being drafted,
And many were enlisting at the scene
Our young men and country he just used and shafted.
His father and grandfathers never volunteered
None of them never did serve,
And of course of others they truly feared
So, instead of becoming a Vet, he became a perv.

Now he's 78
And he says he's the healthiest man ever,
Even after never exercising and the unhealthy food he's ate
No matter of no strenuous quest or endeavor.
He is exhausted whenever he walks
And he's tired when he gives all laborers a smirk,
He's sleepy and incoherent when he talks
So, how does all of that work?

Randy L. McClave