Still Highly Decorated
No medals are seen
displayed upon your chest
although I know
you were one of the best
I know you were one
who could hear when duty calls
I see not one medal
displayed upon your walls
I know they are kept
out of sight…
taken out sometimes
in dark of night...
as memories...
in the dark and light
...not to be shown
to braggers
or those
who tell lies.
Still…looking close...
I can see
your medals
…carved as scars
upon the halls
inside your eyes...
© 10/2/05 Faye Sizemore
Inspired by Christina Sharik’s ‘The Medal’.
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