Retired but never tired
Bones weak and feeble;
Never tired of breaking bones
A decade ago;
Was on the field
Now on his rocking chair
Thinking about the camouflage
Of green and white;
with his old boots
An old soldier;
But never odd
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Author:
D\'Poetic Princess (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2025 08:15
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
The old soldier
savors his camomile
before going to die
Once a soldier always a soldier, nice piece of writing
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