I’m older now, not a soldier anymore,
though my heart beats its strength
in reminiscences of a youthful glow.
The heart is the soul of life.
When you have heart you have purpose,
But what is your purpose?
When your direction is misguided
The plan has to be self made, regroup.
My boots don’t shine as much
as the identity of the future is nurtured.
Brilliance now from inside. Gleeming.
Reveille these days is as and when
although the clock still rules.
The urgency is self control, timing.
So analogy and simile, are drawn,
as you can see, from a source,
close to my heart.