Ijm Seven Poet Quatrain

Ten Men

Ten men in all
They formed his crew
Some were short
And some were tall

Half were on the left
Half on the right
Working together
They were tight

Padded for protection 
Helmeted for safety
Robed in commonness 
They were shielded to win

Two of them were short
And stayed off to the side of the others 
Wide with girth
They were there to support

Six were average
They stayed in the middle 
Performing their tasks
Daily without umbrage

The last of the ten
Not tall nor short
Were the last to join in
Preferring the group to remain open

Each of them worn
Battled scarred and bruised
Their resolve apparent
Through the flesh that was torn

Some still stood straight
While others leaned to the side
Each had serviced this world
With both love and hate

Strong and proud
Those ten could not be separated
Till their last living breath
To their service others bowed

Right and left
Short and tall
A lifetime of service
Free from bereft?
~Ijm Uhl~

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