Goodbye to Paul
By Verle Acre
The door is softly closing
On the life he’s lived at home
The outside world is calling
Me last, my darling son.
I’ve known that he would leave us
To travel all along,
But it seems too soon, he’s leaving…
Our last, our darling son.
He sees tomorrow beckon,
We’ve known that all along,
The many things he’s planned to do,
I pray he won’t go wrong.
Yes, he’s leaving, this last child
He’s gone, he’s closed the door,
It seems to hurt much more this time,
Though I’ve felt that pain before.
“My Country, America”
By CSM James L. Wofford
The death of America is now coming all too fast,
Greed, corruption and evil has raised its head at last,
The American people have started worshiping manmade idols once again,
Credit, debit and credit scores, where will it all end?
Twenty million illegal immigrants get free care at the emergency room,
Yet, our parents, grandma and grandpa live in constant medical doom.
We’ve been sold out by this Congress, Senate and President,
Someday soon our kids will look back and ask where our beloved America went.