James Jarrett

Rookie - 173 Points (1963 / California)

Fighting Age - Poem by James Jarrett

I have no wars

Left in me.

I am broken

Except in will.

My strength left

Is but for a few battles.

My sword

Has grown heavy,

My hand weak.

The only strength left

Is in my heart.

Let my will then

Carry the fight for me.

Let my will

Bring me honor

Let my will

Swing the sword

For freedom

Let my will

Carry me to

My last battle

'Live free or die'


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 24, 2013


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