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….
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
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….