People complain,
about their sucky jobs.
I laugh and say;
"Come carry what I do."
They don't understand,
I leave with a smile on my face
Just knowing...

The lives I save,
I protect each and one of you,
Every day.

I may not be around,
But I'll be forever found.
Overseas,
At base,
I'm a soldier,
Each day.

I carry a rifle by my side,
I hold secrets til I die.
My family doesn't like the choice I made,
But I know I'm happy,
Each and every day.

I've set myself a part,
From each and one of you,
I know I'll be in your hearts,
When the day comes that I die,
Protecting you.

If "disposable" is one of the words that come to mind when you think of me, even if it's intermingled with "beautiful" and "lovely"
I don't need you in my life

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

You can look at the world this way :(((((( or this way ((((((: they're two sides of the same coin, to smile or to frown?

Is it the end of an era?
No.
Is it the end of an age?
No.
Is it the end of me?
Maybe.

The end of an ending,
My dear, we've barely begun,
But this has been coming,
The ending must be at the end.