beauty

The rarity of life

I always imagined living the life of

A soldier son

In the wake of battle

I would return home

To the accolade of my family

Never one to rest on my laurels

I would run an inn or something of the sort

Over pints of beer the fellows and I would extol

The virtues of life when we were coming up

How things were harder but better

And how the world would fall apart

If only they didn’t change the tune on the radio

Life would be grand

I wouldn't talk much about war

Only on the rare occasion

When fully in my cups

Catch me at the right moment

I wouldn’t speak of the glory of war

Only the grimness

And the rarity of life

And the beauty

Chris McQueeney    12/11/14