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.
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.