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Updated on March 12, 2013

If I were planted here i would never leave

Sometimes all around you is beauty, I do not ignore it.
Sometimes all around you is beauty, I do not ignore it. | Source

Advocates Lament

Since I wrote this poem I have been more open with my wife regarding what I do. Yesterday she commented, "that is a really stupid job, whenever you do it right, you have no more work"

Sometimes I think there is nothing I would like to see more than an unemployed soldier.

My life has been one filled with advocacy. Problem resolution is not a job you do when there are no problems. While you never have employment, you are at the beckon call of a series of masters. No one calls to say everything is going great. They call because they have a problem they need fixed. Ultimately I am always associated with the problem, much like a soldier is associated with a war. So I wrote this poem as I sometimes feel melancholy over not picking a more secure and peaceful profession.

I am not the kind of man I would like to be

I am more the man that you would like to see

suppose that I am quick to the draw

kind of old school, kind of raw

not a knight in shining armor

more like a man caught in amour

I don't see much of right and wrong

I merely due what is in the song

Perhaps windmills do I chase

loving arms are still the embrace

self loathing i make my place

Never worthy is thy sword

but I stand upon my word




Battle weary

My son sketched this piece. I suppose sometimes even young men just get tired
My son sketched this piece. I suppose sometimes even young men just get tired | Source

The eye of the tiger must stay keen

why do we fight for honor bold

when it is just another employer's gold.

The sting of battle has finally eased

but my goddess of war will not be pleased

I beg let me be free

to battle no more, set me free.

It is not to be for I am warrior simple and clear

I will fight another year

It is not what I desire

but I am here for the hire

we simply rise and do what is required

but in the muck we are mired

someday I will rest

not because I passed the test

Simply because I am no longer as good as the rest.

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      Rich 4 years ago from Kentucky

      Beauty is not only in the words, but in the meaning. This poem emits much despair... a hopeless path with no options but to continue upon it. It tells a story and creates visions. That is exactly what it's supposed to do! If you have never written poetry before, then you need to do it more often. (Just a hint if you're a Word user... I always write my stories or poems or whatever in either Word or Works, and then cut and paste it here.)

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you -- I had fear about writing it so i decided to just dive in without checking the water first, to get over it. I definately agree to doing word docs first, I'll just do that here now that I have slayed the fear monster.

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      Jorge546 4 years ago from Houston, Texas

      I really enjoyed reading your poem and just like rcrumple stated ...it created visions. Keep on writing as I would love to read more of your work!

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