The World War 2 planes came back
              Flying low, as to attack
              Don’t know why I felt so sad
              Seeing them there in vintage clad

              Of an era I know not – True!
              But heard tales from those who knew
              They claim they fought till mornings dawn
              “all them others – long since gone”
              I watch the men who rode those planes
              walking gently with their canes
             Old Spiced up in fresh ironed shirts
             with looks of pride and deep, deep hurt

             Don’t know why I like to go
             to see those planes and watch the show
             gets me centered – don’t know why
             and when I leave, I always cry.