A Day In a Life When Once I Was a Soldier Was
A day in a life
When once a soldier was i
Happiness was to survive the
night till blight of breaking dawn
Shivering garnering heat from
my only daily teppid cup
of muddy coffee
Chewing on a crust of stale bread
Where entertainment and enjoyment
came and was to be found in the
form of drawing a lasting puff on a cigarette and blowing circles into the air
But most of all what got one
through bye and past the drudgery
Was the tasteless caustic raucous
gallows sense of humour meeted
out by one's comrades
Whilst patiently awaiting for one's
number to be called or up signaling
your time has come , the end is nigh
Until thee has smoked thy final cigarette
and coffee cup is passed onto
another as is a rationed crust
of bread
One day i was a soldier
The following day stone dead
A soldier was i no more
Entombed under geavestone over head
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