After all the poems, I have written,
It's about time I write this one;
For, the only reason, I can write,
Is that soldier with a gun.
That man or woman, who trudges along,
Among the horror, they must see;
So I can sit and write my thoughts,
Because, they've paid the fee.
I honor you all today,
And wish that you are well;
As you fight, day after day,
In your world of falling hell.
You know not of me, but I know you,
You're brave, selfless and daring;
Sleeping with one eye open,
With bombs and fires flaring.
I salute you all and praise you,
In silent, daily prayer;
Hoping you'll know, when all seems lost,
That I'm grateful and I care.
Thank you.
