You Could Be Me

There’s nothing worse than the fear and dread
That I feel inside not knowing where the next place I’ll lay my head
I’m old and I’m tired. I’m filled with pain
Sometimes I can remember nothing, not even my name.

I’m any eyesore to the fat cats that sit on the hill
Trapped in despair against my will
They’re concerned how I got here what mistakes did I make 
Without an ounce of compassion for goodness sake

My situation so tough a bitter pill to swallow
My past so dark, my future so hollow
I pray each day for one more chance
For I am still a human being, just take a glance

fought in Iwo Jima, the Jungle of Vietnam
The beaches of Normandy, in Iraq across the burning sand 
You are you. Proud and free
Just keep in mind...one day you could be me.

Donald Whitehead
Cincinnati, OH