Waiting for the men to come home

They’re more world weary

Than when I last saw them

Even more so

Than when I met them

But underneath everything

I can still see the boys they were

While acknowledging the men that they are

We knew each other then

We still return to each other now

To celebrate the victories

And to bury the dead

Because one day it will be our turn


For now, it’s just Saturday night

I’m watching an old Kung Fu movie

And I’m just waiting for the boys to come home

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