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For Viggo (as if I had the right)
by Lacy D PhillipsFor Viggo
(as if I had the right)
He has given blood,
Yes.
Given of himself
to the point of injury,
long past the edges of exhaustion,
but not depletion of will,
No.
Gave his blood,
his word,
enough sweat to salt the oceans,
Given himself over, wholly
to another mans dream.
A legacy.
Given comfort,
given years
Given his heart,
soul and home,
broken toes,
and (Im assuming) tears.
He has lent his voice,
the planes of his face,
the muscles of his back
arranged like drifts of snow
now aching.
Each new scar in its place.
Yes, he has given pain.
And frustration
but he has gained
not mere joy,
but elation.
For nights on mountainsides,
a life made immortal.
12/10/2003 Posted on 04/13/2004
Copyright © 2024 Lacy D Phillips
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/18/04 at 03:24 AM What you sow is what you ripe? Well, the causes so created will have positive effects and with the turn of the present into the past these effects will turn into yet another causes for yet more effects , positive and beautiful. |
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