Love Is Poetry My Dreams and a Tribute to My Dad

I Do Solemnly Swear . . . . . That Was My Oath To My God And Country In August 1963. I Was An Infantryman And A Paratrooper For The U.S. Army. I Fought For My Country In Vietnam. After My Discharge I Was A Self Contractor And Had A Son And Daughter. To This Day That Has Been My Life. Literally No Legacy To Be Remembered By Maybe My Great Or Great Great Grandchildren. Now I Need Something So If Someone Asked Them Who I Was They Could Prove I Was A Real Person And Maybe I'D Be Noted For Something Special. I Dream Constantly And Write Poetry And Would Like To Publish A Memoir. It Has To Start Now At The Age Of Sixty Nine As My Life Has Consisted Of Nothing Special To This Point. I Would Like To Continue Writing And Publishing More Poetry And A Novel. My Heart Has Stopped Five Times And Now I Am Obsessed In Having A Legacy To Put Me In A Category Where I May Be Extra Special For Something. Maybe In Thirty Or Forty Years Someone May Say Oh Yes I Do Remember Him He . . . . . ?