Dear Me
The sun smiled at me
What I did not know
My life would be cut short
through a hateful deed
Reporting as a soldier
should
I went out and about
Keeping honor and serving
my country
Living life and being a
good scout
In the streets of London
Life seemed to be good
Until I encountered my
attackers
And all hell broke loose
Hate flowed from my
attackers
As blood flowed out of my
body
Through all the pain and
agony
My body succumbed to death
Now that I am gone
My life was once full of
promise
Once a soldier, a human
being, a man
I depart from loved ones
with sadness and homage
Dear Me
Dear Me
I find your poetry a wee bit strange, but it is thought prevoking, are you a wee bit strange as well, no offence meant. Agman
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