A Soldier’s Thoughts
As he saunters to the gate,
His mind heavy with weight,
His eyes as hard as stone,
His smile as dangerous as a crone’s
And his rifle as his bait.
He walks to his fate,
As he rounds a narrow strait,
And sees past decisions gone
As he saunters gloomily.
He smashes headlong into war; a bit too late,
He realizes it is, to turn back at his fate
And then just smiles and smiles, memories jammed as hard as stone
And knows that destiny awaits him, and it has shown,
That trust and loyalty pay off even when alone
As he saunters, finally like a man.