I HEAR THE DRUMS... AGAIN!
Old Warriors
remain with the women and children,
and build fires
that pray for victory.
They smile upon a future,
hidden
within their silent tears
that understand the sacrifice
of victory.,
and the bitterness of defeat.
They see the faces of young men dreaming
of their wives so far away.
Children asking,
"Daddy!"
"What is War?"
The Sun and Moon ride
upon an ever turning Earth.
Earth of life,
... and death!
... of war, and all of history.
Old warriors hold those they love
... and love those who go to war,
...... and all those lonely women
and children
orphaned by war.
Old warriors know
the far fields of death.
The shroud of silence.
The hope
of coming home.
It takes
but a moment
to learn to fall in love.
It takes a lifetime
to learn
to cry.