I'm 53

I'm fifty-three and scared,
remembering Vietnam.
I know that's where they took me,
to the concentration camp.

My birthday is on Tuesday,
just like it was back then.
I look back and remember.
that Charlie didn't care.

I was twenty-three and scared,
remembering back home.
My Father was the preacher,
of a small town Baptist church.

He told me life was precious,
He said: "Hang on to God.".
He preached that when things got bad,
God would take your hand.

I'm fifty-three and scared,
but God still lives in me.
That is what saved my soul,
when I was twenty-three.


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart