A head,
body not dead,
complete in form,
far away from harm.
Two arms swinging,
two hands bringing,
voice singing,
at least talking,
moving around walking.
Two legs to walk on,
can't run,
at least move upon.
Mentally capable,
sound
and
stable.
All parts working,
check,
be thankful,
what the heck!
That you're not in a wreck,
a soldier under fire,
your death,
Saddam's desire.
Lying in a hospital,
in the Iraqi capital,
shot up,
blowed up,
early death make up,
dead on the ground,
parts blown all around,
nowhere to be found.
Boom!
G
Blessings,
Libby
This one is wonderful.
Lady Peg