-a soldiers shoulder-
by what means, i'll never know the days idea,
or how the story came to unfold,
but this is one i must confess,
is a story to be told.
a single moment, a solitary soldier,
stood crossroad to my way.
standing in that moment, silent,
not knowing what to say.
all at once it was transparent,
let this soldier pass, he's earned it,
but "ladies first", he politely motioned,
for honor, he would not submit.
i bowed my head so graciously,
passed, then looked over my shoulder,
and saw the glory of my country,
in a single solitary soldier.
by what means, i'll never know my next persuasion,
but suddenly my steps reversed,
headed to what i did not know,
for surly this was not rehersed.
again, a single moment, a solitary soldier,
i stood standing in his way,
breathless in that moment, silent,
now knowing what to say.
as if the words had no retraint,
i simply mumbled "thank you",
confused he spoke, "for what?",
i whispered, "for doing what you do"
2007-09-15
10:13:52
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