Some do,
and some won't.
Many sacrifice,
quite a few don't.
A young man told me,
being a soldier wasn't his thing.
This for me had a familar ring.
I've heard it many times,
in my head the meaning self sublimes.
For the many who
won't fight a war,
there are many who,
will shine like a star.
I watch them on the news,
standing guard with their crews.
I read about them in the newspaper,
many died in the New York skyscraper.
Fallen soldiers, firemen and policemen,
die everyday from doing their jobs.
Many relatives and loved ones,
all over the country sobs.
This I'm still alive to see,
at one time it could have been me.
To all others who have survived,
I hope your lives have thrived.
To all those who met the grime reaper,
I hope Heaven's gates is your keeper.
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