The Promise of Glory
He wanted his glory to be sound
And for medals to be found
So he enlisted to wear the uniform
Looking good even in death would be not forlorn
He did his duty but did not find
The glory that was in his mind
For he was injured and suffered still
There is no glory in this uniform deal.
© Paul Warren
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