Old soldiers shouldn’t die in bed, a poem.

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inMichiem, of the House of Woo, Personal Journal, PoetryTags:,

They say old soldiers die hard
in bed, having no wars to fight.

That seems silly,
When all I see is war.

Old soldiers, if you still
have a heart,
be still
and listen….
it beats with
sounds drums!

Then….march….

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.