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I can taste the tears as they’re streaming down his face, I can feel the sweat as it glistens to keep the pace, The blood has run and is slowly gluing to his skin, A day of battle this day has been, Of aches and pains and internal glory, And someday it will be remembered as an old man’s story, But that old man will never forget, The pain, the tears, the blood, the sweat, The day he rose and won his pride, As he finishes his drink and stumbles outside. |
Very good. Well put together and your choice of words is very good indeed. I enjoyed reading this. Frank. | Posted on 2006-10-16 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ] | I absolutly adore this. It's so strong and powerful. It's amazing how simple words can reach out to the hearts of others. As you did here. Keep up the great work. | Dominique | Posted on 2006-10-05 00:00:00 | by DearlyDeparted | [ Reply to This ] | |