'You have so many scars
And you have a distinct limp,
Have you just gone home from war? '
Asked the fellow with a wink.
'Yes I've been through many battles
Lost a few but still survived
Bullets ran out in those hurdles
By sheer grace I am alive! '
The warrior stammered words
Shaking hands exposed the past
His eyes showed what he suffered
And his smile forced, did not last.
'Comrades left me in the field
When the fighting had gone fierce
But my resolve would not yield
I fought through blood, sweat and tears.'
A gentle voice that's firm and brave
Said 'This is our Human Strife
For true living is what I gave
Through the endless battles of Life.'
Copyright~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~05.04.13
'Blood, sweat, and tears' is a cliche - but it is life's reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem