<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567110" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to the Fallen Soldier</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ode to the Fallen soldier, <br>For he has made the ultimate<br>Sacrifice for his world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ode to his Mother for while <br>She lives, the grief and sadness <br>Take their toll on her mind, as<br>She goes throughout her day, <br>Answering questions like “are<br>You ok? ” and “where is your<br>Son, I haven’t seen him for a while? ”<br>She always answers, “yes I’m fine”<br>Or, “he’s away.” But she knows, inside, <br>She can’t deny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ode to the son he left behind, <br>For he will grow up without<br>Knowing who his father is, <br>Only what he’s done. Never<br>Will he play catch in the yard, <br>Like the neighbors next door. <br>Never will he hear that “Man to<br>Man” talk, that all boys should.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ode to the music that will never<br>Be heard, for the only music<br>He made, rests in his heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ode to the art that will never be<br>Seen, for the only art he made, <br>Remains in a box underground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ode to the Fallen Soldier, who <br>Died so we could live, the way <br>All mankind should, happy and free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+A+Harris">David A Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567110" data-title="Ode to the Fallen Soldier de David A Harris" data-description="Ode to the Fallen soldier, For he has made the ultimate Sacrifice for his world. Ode to his Mother for while She lives, the grief and sadness Take their toll on her mind, as She goes throughout her day, Answering questions like “are You ok?..."></div> </div> </div>

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