The Veteran

Posted: 26 Nov 2010 in Poetry
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A Statue of the Unknown Soldier

I am old, battered and weathered,
Worn away by life’s relentless tide,
I sit here now in a rocking chair,
With my arms down by my side.

A face so gaunt and ghostly,
The eyes look haunted from within,
Of memories so terrifying
It hurts to keep them in.

They seek some sort of outlet,
A place to set them free.
Please release me from this burden
So that I may be at peace.

An open minded being,
So kind to save our souls,
Repaired a piece of history,
Now our stories been told.

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