Just A Soldier Poem by Eleanor ...
Just A Soldier
I am a soldier.
Just a soldier, and don’t ask me
What’s the sense
In living.
I’ve never come to know it
For myself.
I am a soldier,
Just a soldier on my path
Of war and killing.
Beyond forgiving
And beyond
Contempt.
Carte blanche
As long as Fate commands;
No strings attached
And no amenability.
A puppet with a knife.
Not knowing is so sweet.
What vility.
what gives you the right to comment on this... there is no passion or real life here just a topic you know nothing about.....ab
a very nice poem, one of the best i have read today. keep the good job.keep hitting the keyboard and ur let ur ideas flow. koni
I don't understand 'vility'. Is it a neologism for vileness?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 6:34:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i agree with abby, do not insult a person before you have walked a mile in their boots, because then you will have seen a small section of what it means to be 'just a soldier'