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Life Goes On |
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Although his war has long been done
Nightly battles
are still lost and won;
Rifles chatter, and mortars fire,
Men lie dying in blood streaked mire.
Closed ears are
useless against the cries...
A buddy writhes in his mind,
and dies...
He sees it, clear as morning light,
Skirmishes fought behind eyes closed tight.
It all
drifts away with the coming of dawn,
He rises, determined
to carry on.
There's one last battle yet to be won,
Although his war has long been done |
By
Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2008
Listed
February 6, 2011 |
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