Goodbye for now, I am not beat,
wisely laid off, called my retreat,
Premature holt, wounds still sore,
i will be back to finish the war.
New battle plan to formulate,
may take time, prepared to wait.
War zone distance, seem far apart,
Nonsense, if the conflicts in your heart.
As experience gains, you reflect what’s lost,
High price to pay, now count the cost.
Guarantee, you’ll be back, to re-engage,
as sure as I write the words upon this page.
Battle cries, fully expect to hear,
Granted though make take a year.
Approach with stealth, affix your armour,
this time it’s not the naive charmer.
Maybe you may even need a plan,
not easy to tempt a wounded man.
Hard lesson learned, earned my stripes,
studied, researched, the female types,
Now better equipped, I stand tall,
alert and clear, know my role call.
Confident are you, still think I’ll salute?
well come prepared, bring a parachute?
copyright 2009 Mark Curtis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem! Pleasant to read!