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Only Nineteen
by Gary Jacobson © June 2007
I was only nineteen
Only nineteen
Not old enough to buy a drink
Yet old enough to die in abbreviated life succinct
Sent to war by old men who sit and sigh
Pointing at war-maps where fallen in battle I lie
Just a pawn of war's big picture plan for Vietnam
Life gouged out of me mid fetid green marzipan
My last days discordantly sung
Frail existence from me woefully wrung.
I was only nineteen. Only nineteen
Loving with all my heart my back-in-the-world queen
Fallen down dead, with so much future to live for.
God willing, I could have touched thousands as an educator
Each student influencing thousands more...
Who each would influence many thousands more...
God willing, I could have entertained millions as an actor
God willing, I could have brought tears as a great tenor
I could have been a concert pianist, an ambassador,
Bringing blessed peace in justice as truth's advocator.
I was only nineteen. Only nineteen
Still involved in the teenage scene.
God willing, I could of great books been the author.
I might have revolutionized America as a great inventor.
I could have been this country's greatest leader.
God willing, I could have been a great peacemaker
Blessing this troubled world's harmonious relations
Fostering world brotherhood connections.
God willing, this fledgling warrior fallen forlorn on vacuous sod
Might have been a humble man of God...
If I had lived, I might've fostered a great family
Nurturing childish buds in burgeoning heritage of posterity
Children and grandchildren galore gathering around my knee
Each child with a blossoming future of his own, you see
Doctors, lawyers, scientists following footsteps after me
But it was not to be, my dream ... my great legacy
For by a warrior’s sword, in the mud and the blood it died
Without great fanfare, only my mother cried
For I was only nineteen...
Only nineteen.
Some Mother’s Son
by Gary Jacobson © May 2007

Some Mother’s son I never knew
Lies fallen dead on foreign shores
Shorn of worldly essence in shadowy violence hue
So forever to gods of war his poor mother implores.

Some Mother’s son lies 'neath cold, hard ground
Planted ignominiously by the insidious foe
Worlds away some mother cries with sad and mournful sound
Fearing the beguiling devils her son too soon will know.

Memories of some Mother’s son fade too quickly to dust
To “the world” his remembrance now being just a blur
His memory lost in battled mist of terror and fuss
But always held fast, only in the mourning heart of her.

Some Mother’s son went to fight for duty just
He never made unpatriotic protest or stir...
For to do his duty he must...
To do less would make of him an ungrateful cur.

Some Mother’s son into war's spirit tore
Marching into the voracious maw of vile death's combat chore
Praying mightily to the Master earth and skies adore
Praying to lessen stings of enemy slings and arrows sore.

For some Mother’s son felt intimately the very worst of war
Felt fear to the bone ... faith not always enough
Leaving but a shell of a man for “the world” to abhor.
For trust in God cruel war does rebuff.

Some Mother’s son has looked cruel death in the eye
Heard that evil temptress's cackling cajole
Barely escaping the gory demon's maw, he does rise
Yet feels hoary breath caressing his warrior soul.

Some Mother’s son feels forever the devil’s pain
Feels evil fingers encircling his warrior’s heart
Forevermore on darkening shadowed souls hell will rain
With eternal aching of pure evil’s fiercest dart.
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