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Old Soldiers
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
©11/17/2003
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He’s a throwback, a regular Joe
A no frills, scoot ridin’ so and so
Caveman, whose dialect
Excludes anything politically correct
A veteran, Americas best
Wears his dog tags upon his vest
Converted memoirs of another day
Confirming ‘this dog’ has earned ‘his day’
His mind bares still the scars of war
A burning threshold, an open door
Hinges of irony, refusing to bind
Awaiting his ‘brothers’ still left behind
The freedom of riding affords him first hand
Reasons he fought in that foreign land
For country and family inherit the peace
While only the ‘ride’ affords his release
Allow him his solace, give’em what's due
Never shall we know what he’s going through
Doubt not his resolve. Pray he gets by
Old soldiers, it’s said, never shall die
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