Poor Soldier

Personal Journal, personal metaphysics, Poetry 1 Minute

I don’t wear a
uniform anymore.
It worn away
over the decades.

I no longer carry
a weapon.

Even my missions
have turned to dust,
forgotten.

But I still
wear my
boots….

….and I
march.

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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.

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