Broken Old Ghost

He's an old man now with fond memories of long gone fishing trips. He sees France and Germany in his dreams and recalls the sweet taste of a young frauleins lips. He reminds himself daily, that once he lived through the pains of the Great Depression as a kid. He however tries to forget the big guns of Europe that often nearly blew off his lid. He thinks back of the girl he used to know. He wonders how she is and why he ever let her go. He was once young and strong filled with fascination and great hopes. He was taken away and used by the world and now is merely a walking old ghost. He walks with his old dog slow and gentle they both like the feel of a cold northern wind. He often sees dark and rumbling storm clouds in the distance it reminds him of the SS, and makes him fear they are coming again. He says a prayer in bed every night hoping to pass in his sleep peacefully. He fully expects one day to awake in Heaven the only place where those anguished nightmares could never be. He's an old man now just an old ghost on his way home. He's tired and weary of treading this world all alone.