Quick or Dead

By HighlandHillbilly

I wake with aches and pains, bones creaking and popping,
​roll over and put on my kilt, time to get ready this morning.
​Put on  pot of coffee, make a little breakfast,
​put on my armor and weapons, time for battle at last.
​Young bucks run to the line, ready to steal all the glory,
old ones like me take our time, we know this will be gory.
​The lines collide, and blood runs in crimson rivers,
​the screams of the injured, they will give you shivers.
​The day moves on quickly, and now the battle is ended,
​more pains are gathered, my kit needs mended.
Newly seasoned men come, seeking conversation,
​and many remark on my skills, and ability to hasten.
​My remarks are few, and straight to the head,
​"There are only two types in battle, the quick and the dead."

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Copyright 2017 HighlandHillbilly
Published on Wednesday, October 11, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • sIo On Sunday, October 15, 2017, sIo (834)By person wrote:

    I must say, the beginning was hard to keep up but it fell into flow and the end was just smashing. Good work.

  • worm On Thursday, October 12, 2017, worm (1552)By person wrote:

    well written, my friend! well written, indeed! Kudos! ~worm~

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