His hand, gently held by a loving spouse, still has a little of it's grip.
He regards his family... grown children, tiny grandchildren,
playing in sunlight that washes across the brown hills surrounding the family home.
Another weekend visit, bringing familiar voices and family together.
He has known freedom and would wish for nothing less to hold his grandchilds future.
He has survived industry... and been a party to economies of growth and decline.
He has carried the burden of choice and lived enough to learn from his mistakes.
He can check the score of his favored sport by snapping on a radio
The news of the world comes to him over his high def television.
A weeknight review of the monthly statements reminds him,
All is well with his investments and the plans for his and the families future.
He will sit with his world around him, and breath to the wind...
"I live in the greatest country in the world."
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yeah...
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Tomorrow he will visit the mosque then call his daughter
and together they will find the new head scarves for the little ones.
The sand fills every crack in the fall as it blows in from the desert.
He joins his sons in their hope that another year will pass in peace,
away from american pressure to be some other kind of free.