No one knows

This poem is for my cousin who is in marine. He and my brother promise each other to be in it together but no one know where the future will take us.

His objective was not to flee, 

But to seal to his promise and 

You crossed the miles of sand while he  

Stay and wait for his miles of sand 

His objective was not to flee. 

 

The clock keep running as always  

He never forget his promise 

Mom do not want him to go, days 

And nights he think of the promise 

The clock keep running as always.  

 

It would not be a piece of cake 

Or a easy one mile run and  

He did not know if he could make  

It but he know the mild of sand  

It would not be a piece of cake. 

 

To give his only soul away 

He is not afraid of death or  

To be able to give away  

His body to the earthy core 

To give his only soul away.  

 

Mom remember him as a child 

She want to keep him safe and sound  

Under her wings and see his smiled  

She want him to stick around 

Mom remember him as a child. 

 

But he will fulfilled his promise  

He would not try to let you down 

He is extremely serious  

Sometime his energy might drown 

But he will fulfilled his promise. 

 

Everyday we long to see you 

The earth will orbit everyday 

Only wishes is to see you  

Sadly today is not the day 

 Everyday we long to see you. 

God knows what his future will be 

We can not tell nor predicted his  

Future, be in the war maybe, 

Or not be in the war, that is  

God knows what his future will be. 

 

Author's Note

Do you know any who is at this point.

Reviews

[chrisbe]

poignant about life, the past, the future, nice work

[Fairy]

Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

A scary world dear Poet. When brothers, cousins and fathers must fight war.
"God knows what his future will be
We can not tell nor predicted his
Future, be in the war maybe,
Or not be in the war, that is
God knows what his future will be. "
I pray your cousins come home safely and your brother stay away from war. I have no-one who had learn a good lesson in war. Except war make men forget old dreams and learn blood. A powerful and worthwhile poem.
Coyote

[Fairy]

Thank you, I agree with you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I pray for a day when our young don't need to fight and die for the greed of war and hate. You are welcome my friend.
Coyote