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| Sir_Knuckle
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Subject: My poem #2 | |||||
| There was a story, Told by an old man very proudly, About how he served his country, With his honour and dignity, Continuing the story, The old man told me loudly, How he fought for his country, Through wars and bloody The old man told me clearly, That he fought bravely, Against soldiers of the enemy, Against all odds he returned safely. The old man suddenly stared sadly, When he told he missed his friends dearly, And he can't see them apparently, As they can not make it safely. The old man stopped his story, And he stared very sadly, He said silently, That one day he will meet them happily. The old man continued his story, And silently wept very sadly, Why the war swept his friends away, And left him with nobody The old man said that he has nobody, No friends nor family, Though he served his country bravely, His life is poor and needy, The old man then spoke proudly, Although he has nothing and needy, He gave his all to his country, Unlike rotten politicians who ruin the country ===================================== Okay, this should be a little better than the first poem.. I'm gladly happy with some sort of criticism, inputs or suggestions.. Have fun, and I hope you all shall enjoy this poem |
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