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Gary Bryson


For Respect


Why do men go off to war?
What noble cause to save?
The call that men will rally for,
May call them to their grave.
What drives them on against the ease,
That complacent life can bring.
Called pride, or honor, or duty more,
Their unyielding course they cling.
Cast lots your life a gamblers spin,
Cast lots your life no more.
That destined fate you think you’ll win,
Life as it was before.
Men search, a quest to win respect,
The young men hear the call.
All other needs will man reject,
But for respect he will give up all.
To a woman love will drive her on,
That need like air to breath.
But for man respect is life itself,
And may cost him his life to achieve.

8/3/05

Submitted: Tuesday, March 07, 2006
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