The Captive Son


The soldier tells his story

With a contradiction of terms

Son as a captive audience

Becomes confused as he learns

It’s important to share with others

What we think will count the most

But we may often lose focus

When we let our egos stand the post

The stories that we tell

Many are fictions in our mind

And the more that we tell them

Are we not honest?

Are we not blind?

A young man pursues his fortunes

For an unknown cost to be paid

The ideals of our youth

Often tested many times before they fade

In the middle years we find ourselves not knowing

What will be our destiny

The trials and tribulations

Work themselves out so candidly

In the twilight

Our days are numbered

Many revise the way they live

Tis not fortune

Tis not destiny

Tis only what the heart can give
DCG

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