would have been
ninety-four today
never found the hidden
journals and treasure
know now fifteen years
later he knew much more
and somehow the information
became permanently hidden
all those flights overseas
the war changed so many men
at a young age fire bombing
cities must do a number
on the human mind
should have asked more questions
when I had the chance
knowing he had to know more
thirty-three missions at least
maybe the mind shut off
to avoid the haunting thoughts
and terrible nightmares
the headaches that followed him
all the way wherever he wandered
always making a Houdini-esque escape
always trying to get somewhere else
none of us know or knew then
so much reading leafing through
all the books looking for notes
found very few as these thoughts
went on a journey into the past today
it was his born day in nineteen twenty-two
it's only right...
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