Dedicated to
American Prisoners of War and Missing in Action
The Loneliest Prayer
As I squat here in this lonely place
A man maybe even you forgot,
I wonder
Am I in living hell?
Am I alive or not?
I think its more than ten years now
since my last friend left this place.
I guess he's back home -
whatever that is -
among the human race.
Forgive me, Lord,
if I seem untrue
to the values of my parents taught,
to my thoughts of you,
of family and country -
those things I fought.
But, as I've endured the endless days
that dragged on into years.
I've battled with all my very being
To hold back bitter tears.
My children
by now they're nearly grown.
my poor wife - she's had that too;
she's raised them all alone.
I've wept to hold my darlings,
To watch my children grow,
to feel your presence, Lord,
my faith in you too show.
Bless me Father, and take this life,
please let it end today.
I wonder how they listed me -
P O W or M I A
By Hardy Abbott
Official Poem of the National Forget-Me-Not Association
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