Forgotten Valor

Older poem.

He opens his eyes
From the battle within
And finds his world
Torn apart again.

A man of the past -
He knows his place.
But what was valor
To the human race?

He takes his sword
And with mighty cries
He jumps in the fray
And slowly dies.

Who was this man
That fought for men?
A name that lived
Or died with him?

The works of those
Lost in the past
Will always show-
But names won't last.

So who are we
To think we're great?
What if just one
Would hesitate?

The whole world rides
On little things.
The child that cries;
The bird that sings.


Yet, here we are,
Amidst it all.
If just one man
Was seen to fall

What would it do
To those still here?
Yes, they would honor;
They'd revere.

But when the names
Of valiant men
Were left alone
And lost again

Those were they
Whose deeds were small.
But tiny deeds
Determine all.