How delighted am I to know
My works enlighten
The heart and souls of warriors
I know..,
They feel once after a war
When they come home,
Not divested but deprived
Of a vocation of their own
But I am sure
That no nation does the bravery
And self-less sacrifice
Of warriors disown.
Great are such soldiers and men
They never die
But fade away
Sadly but not in vain
Loved,
Your a peach!
thanks,
Eddie
You Sir, have downgraded me
By calling me a peach
But I beseech you
Most folks love to call me
An apple or a rose
As at supersonic speed,
Poetry I compose.
None the less,
As I love to eat a peach,
I shall have a bite
Out of your hand
As it I do reach
Thanks my friend
We are at your beck and call,
You are a soldier,
A warrior after all…