Sid

I look at the photo in my hand,
Thinking of a time in another land.
The times we had gone through in training,
The fun we had shared during liberty.
But one day I found him there,
Hanging from his necktie above a chair.
Cold and stiff, suspended in mid-air,
To touch him, I really didn’t dare.
Why, I asked myself, why must this be?
What is it in her that you truly see?
You love her for who she is,
But she loves you for what you can give.
Not for who you are or who you will be,
But for what you bring her, what she receives.
You should have lived life with intrepid,
Yet you do something so really stupid.


Got this idea after the character Sid Worley from the movie “An Officer and a Gentleman”.