Ashes Form a ManA Poem by John McGraela poem, its not that long, just read it instead of this description, hahahaI'm off for hell tomorrow boys, Can't say if I'll return. So hold me close to heart and soul, And stay warm while I burn. --- Eighteen carefree years ago, Right up to the day; This world was born for us boys, And we let it play. Do you remember all those years, We thought that we were men? But as they now draw to a close, We are but boys again. Do you remember songs we sung, On magic summer nights? When fireflies and starry skies, Were our only lights? --- Well now this world's no longer ours, It plays these games no more. Battles which were just for fun, Are now a full blown war. Now this world expects us, To fight along and kill, The men who put peace in our hearts, And gave our lives their will. I'm off for hell tomorrow boys, I'll fight with all I can. But when boyhood dreams are burned in hell, Their ashes form a man. So even if I make it back, I'll be among the men. Who are yearning, ever yearning; To be a boy again. --- So come on boys, before I go, Let's sing us one more song. Grant this, boyhood's dying wish, In hope, through hell, he may live on. © 2010 John McGraelAuthor's Note
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