‘The Wars That Men Have Fought’ by Glenn Meisenheimer The Society May 22, 2013 Poetry My love, accursed, will never let me go. I mourn your loss and all those wasted years. The wars that men have fought for causes, though, Can never bring you back, nor make it so That I can be a stranger to my tears. My love, accursed, will never let me go. Though life will course along in ebb and flow, Because your light was lost the sting adheres. The wars that men have fought for causes, though, The lives they claimed in bloody mud and snow, Can never bring an end to human fears. My love, accursed, will never let me go. Perhaps someday the spring will bloom and grow, And soldiers put away their swords and spears. The wars that men have fought for causes, though, Can’t staunch the memories of long ago, Or ease the hurt that never disappears. My love, accursed, will never let me go, The wars that men have fought for causes, though. Bio: I am a retired computer geek who lives (still, somehow) in Oakland, California. I am a Vietnam War veteran. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Trending now: Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.