A call to arms

 

A call to armsWe can go out into the rampant dawn

We can be heroes

You can just imagine the man at the front

Say that before he falls back behind the lines

The glorious shout that drips with valour

Goes limp as the syllables slip

And the enemy opens its eye

 

How hard is it to get up in the morning

How much of a gauge to life is the effort

Required to raise heavy blood and heed

The tug of a new dawn

And the perpetual call to arms

That each day commands

How enthusiastic is the morsel?

 

Time and vice and the ageing process

See to it that we fall behind

In so many regrettable ways

And that delicious slice of life

Those enduring memories of ribbon soaked glory

Are simply crumbs from a cake gone stale

Go on, stretch out and reach for the heights.

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