Old, tired, physically worn out, <br />With every move my muscles shout. <br />Woodworking, gardening, lazing about, <br />nothing to do but widdle and pout. <br /> <br />I was a Soldier once, large and strong, <br />I was a Soldier once, doing no wrong. <br />I was a Soldier once, fighting your war, <br />I was a Soldier once, mighty to the core. <br /> <br />I sit behind a desk now, slowly getting fat, <br />Knowing where I should really be settling my hat. <br />This civilian life I live, is so deadly to me, <br />I should, again, be a soldier, a sight to see. <br /> <br />I was a Soldier once, Yes Sir, No Sir, anything you say Sir. <br />I was a Soldier once; it was the life I preferred. <br />I was a Soldier once, leading from the saddle. <br />I was a Soldier once, living in my battle rattle. <br /> <br />Those that have never been one shall never know. <br />Those that put them down can basically go blow. <br />In this day and age, Soldiers protect our Freedom <br />In this day and age, everyone should be one. <br />I know this because, <br /> <br />I was a Soldier once, protecting you and yours. <br />I was a Soldier once, with back to back fighting tours. <br />I was a Soldier once, dying for the American way. <br />and although I was a Soldier once, <br />I should be a Soldier Now, fighting for you every day.<br /><br />Rik Bertrand<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-was-a-soldier-once/
