For dignity

You tell me to have courage,

To be unafraid of the ravage,

To steel my nerves against,

The irrational angst.


Yet my heart turns pallid,

When I look at the battlefield,

You will me to fight?

But I cry, for I am no knight.


Today I will not ride into the golden sunset,

With my head high and triumphant,

I cannot raise my arms in victory,

Symbolic of my dauntless intrepidity.


A battle won, a battle lost?

What fate, I cannot forecast,

I can only walk with humility,

To face reality with uncertainity,


I swallow my fear to walk with poise,

But if I return not, promise me with grace,

With subtle reverence you will have,

A wreath of honor, for my grave.

The End

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