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Take Me Before the Call of
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March 2017 Take Me Before the Call of
The beat of drums, a Bugle's call.
All for men at war.
That wets, the eye.
While lesser, mortal men....
Cried for beauty of life.
Sad, love songs, from my youth.
Have
Finally, brought forth a tear.
For in the past, I was young.
My heart.... beat strong.
It knew, no fear.
Love, was for Friday nights.
And....... drunken weekends !
Nor tomorrow's.
Certainly
Never, for life.
While looking ever for passion.
Fun, sex, romance .....on the lash?
But never, a wife.
Soldiers come and soldiers go.
Some even, fade away.
But a brothers memory, endures.
I often think of those I've lost.
But steadily I know.
When I drink, that last time.
In the great hall, of Valhalla !
Those, lost loves of mine.
Will be there, too !
All standing in a row.
And love, will last longer, than.
A Friday night, or weekend.
It will last.
Until
Ragnarök
Giajl © Jim Love
