lost soldier
he who stands guard
well beyond curfew
always waiting for morning
lost soldier
all guns empty
no fight left
night ends without battle
lost soldier
all wars ended
no enemies left standing
only battles with self remain
lost soldier
complete surrender
beyond all battles
soldier finds self, no longer lost
Poetic Alchemist 
A brutalidade da superstição, vem da infâmia.
Kai: Thanks. But also happy … He is no longer lost.
sad
Michelle: Thanks so much. Thank God for guys like your Dad. I enjoyed my visit to your blog. Best wishes.
My dad was in the Vietnam war and I think your line only battles with self remain is a strong line. I think demon’s from that war still haunt him. This is a powerful poem.
Also, wanted to say thank you for stopping by my blog today. I enjoyed your comments about your visit to Maysville. I hope you won’t be a stranger now that you know where I am.
Brenda Cowe did a wonderful job singing and playing the guitar for your poem Looking Back When I’m 64. Thanks for sharing that with us. Have a nice day.
Dan: Thanks. You should get more sleep, Buddy. LOL. Have a good Gita today.
Ah. Yes.