The unseen side of glory.
It is not the men marching off to war.
It is not a brass military band playing hell to the Chief.
Only time will tell it's story.
The truth to be told we all know what it is.
The unseen side of glory is.
The wife left behind to carry on not a tradition but away of life.
From sun up to sun down laboring to hold a family together.
Waking in the morning not know if her love one will come home.
But yet she carry on and on each and everyday.
No citation is given.
No medal is awarded.
Deep in the book of life.
The unseen side of glory is the only reason.
The seen side of glory exist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem