I saw the soldiers
Marching off to war.
Lean, strong and hard
Like young lions.
I went to a mirror and there,
I saw a grey haired, over weight old man.
How did this come to be?
What happen I ask myself.
Then I closed my eyes,
And listened to the band.
Here they came,
The young men off to war.
And there in their midst
I saw myself again,
Marching with my men.
And we were all so young.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
I saw the soldiers
Marching off to war.
Lean, strong and hard
Like young lions.
I went to a mirror and there,
I saw a grey haired, over weight old man.
How did this come to be?
What happen I ask myself.
Then I closed my eyes,
And listened to the band.
Here they came,
The young men off to war.
And there in their midst
I saw myself again,
Marching with my men.
And we were all so young.
The years are not kind to us.