Little Soldiers March On

March on, march on

Little soldier, march on.

The path may be weary

And dreary

And cold

Through the gauntlet of expression and conformity,

Of G notes and B naturals,

Of passion and emptiness,

Of submission and rebellion,

Of everything changing

But staying the same.


But youth will march on.

Little soldier, march on.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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