Battle Scars
© 2012 Rolland G. Smith
I did my thing, the noble thing
In battles of the past.
I think of that with metals pinned
Whose meaning didn’t last.
There was a time when all were proud
And I would have a seat.
But youth today have other thoughts
Their memory incomplete.
But when I pass and go beyond
The portal of the light.
I’ll know the reasons for my life
And why I had to fight.
Note: The photo isn't mine. I found it on the internet. I couldn't make out the name at the bottom right.
Note: The photo isn't mine. I found it on the internet. I couldn't make out the name at the bottom right.
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