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

Marker is on Wofford Heights Boulevard, on the left when traveling east.

Courtesy hmdb.org

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