Being Brave

Here's the pale face of a boy

Who thought he knew pain

A boy bitten just once, by only a dog

 

Here's the pale face of a boy

Who walked in the rain

And said he knew what it meant to be lost in the fog.

 

Here's the pale face of a boy

Who tried so hard, did the best that he could

Against the Beast he was suddenly fighting.

 

Here's the still face of a boy

Who thought he could fight Death, but misunderstood

The way it would feel when Death lashed out, biting.

 

Here's the still face of a boy

Who wasn't ready to fill a grown man's shoes

 Filling now a grown man's grave.

 

Here's the still face of a boy

Flashing on the screen of yesterday's news

Going in, going out, being brave.

 

The End

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