A friend of mine.


It was a cold war,

not many survived.

It took many of lives,

One of them a friend of mine.

He was a brave soldier,

But even a braver man.

He took his vowels,

When he put the bible under his hand.


He fought with fierce tenacity,

But atlas,

His moments there,

Were sadly his last.

So enjoy your life and live free,

Because you never know when

its your time to leave….



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