I was going to write a poem,
Something witty, something fun,
But instead the words pop in my head,
About a Soldier and his gun.
I think about the wars of old,
And the wars still yet to come.
No difference in the way they feel,
A soldier and his gun.
So many battles won, some not
Each one with Soldiers lost,
They fight for king and country,
Without clear thought of cost.
And though the tragic loss of life,
Weighs heavy on my heart,
Without them, life would ever change,
With freedom torn apart.
So many soldiers lose their lives,
This knowledge, saddens me.
Those that survive, should walk with pride,
All thanks to you, I'm free!
With this, I write my words of thanks,
This poem's almost done!
I simply give my gratitude,
To each Soldier and his gun.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
I was going to write a poem,
Something witty, something fun,
But instead the words pop in my head,
About a Soldier and his gun.
I think about the wars of old,
And the wars still yet to come.
No difference in the way they feel,
A soldier and his gun.
So many battles won, some not
Each one with Soldiers lost,
They fight for king and country,
Without clear thought of cost.
And though the tragic loss of life,
Weighs heavy on my heart,
Without them, life would ever change,
With freedom torn apart.
So many soldiers lose their lives,
This knowledge, saddens me.
Those that survive, should walk with pride,
All thanks to you, I'm free!
With this, I write my words of thanks,
This poem's almost done!
I simply give my gratitude,
To each Soldier and his gun.
