The Warrior
Every wrinkle tells a story,
In his frail old hands,
A lifetime of battles,
As he walked this land.
Behind his tired eyes,
Secrets are hidden away,
Memories of conflicts he fought in,
Where he lived to fight another day.
His exhausted frame may be stooped,
But if viewed close enough,
The man he once was,
Still rises above.
His aged mind remains sharp,
Sheltering tales of long ago,
Internal scars locked away safely,
External ones on show.
He’s traversed the battlegrounds,
Survived love and war,
He deserves to be saluted,
For all that came before.
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