Wounds are never healed
The impressions though..
vanish with time
I am the only one left

To tell you the story..
I am a soldier
of a defeated army

I too tried to be with them
who never made it
till the dusk of life..
They fought till the last breath
But I lived to see the
the dawn of death..

Now I am an old man
‘need a stick while walking
The scars have disappeared
But under the skin,
there’s a wound I shall live with
while I’m alive..

Rolla, MO (US)

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