Nostalgia, Thwarted
The winds of war raged furiously,
relentlessly inside him,
never giving him time to remember
the early times, the good times,
when he was a young man
discovering himself and young women
and what life had to offer lovers
who didn't care about tomorrow,
as they caressed each other
in fields of grass and spring blossoms.
But that was long ago, and now he had a war on his hands...
"Ants!! Ants in the pantry!!" he cried,
as he reached for Black Flag.
