Good, better, best. Never let it rest. Untill your good is better and your better is best. Tim Duncan

Hereford, Walterstone common, United Kingdom
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About Me

I knew a simple soldier boy.....
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

I think that poem presents my personality pretty well.
I'm 14 and love to write; thought it might be fun to see what people I don't know think of my work. When I move it from my it computer that is...