You charged onward, hoping for the great victory. But all you have left is a gun that has fired its last bullet and a seemingly endless no-man’s land to cross where you know you will – one-day - fall. You will become just one more statistic, just one more unknown soldier - left forgotten - who fell on the battlefield of life.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Battlefield
Age removes possibilities one by one until all you have left are the ragged remnants of all your mistakes. Look back over the battlefield of your life: the shell holes, craters, torn bodies of lost hopes and promises made.
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