I’m tired of hawking

Myself like a used

Car salesman hoping that

The promise of adventure

Overwhelms the scars of

Battles already fought the

Dings of blows landed

The rickitiness of a

Life already lived there’s

Something to be said

Of those things that

Have returned from war

We have seen things

And already been there

To places that no

One wishes to go

Yet no one cares

And off they go

All shiny and new

And if they’re lucky

Will find themselves here

One day like me