The Boys are back

Our men of war went out in the face of death and came back triumphantly

They come back almost losing shirt and shoe,
Breathe glow in flames of sports and laughter,
When it is still too hot to tell mother a joke or two,
They delight themselves in their usual manner.

They went out like men and came back as veterans
In childhood days have more frequent dreams to hide,
The tears rein stain on smiles that grimly wore their fears
Illuminations from outside thrills the little lad inside.

A survivor or saviour, future glare where freedom share
Far flung fun optimism in different stages of the age,
Some tall and thin, others humble bears free with flair
Encapsulates all the treasures found on earthly stage.

Giving courage in brutal weather deny soul and body
Live to tell their story and take every chance they got
Never to surrender the sword of words clutch neatly
In heart, soul and mind, and all the learned intellect.

In dominion where sadness looms steps had the gloom
Determine to let boys make their own edgy mistakes,
Unafraid, they find courage again to embrace dream,
And doom becomes the light springs when morning rises.

And drift into another day when red eyes went astray,
Burning lust and dust down the vague road to another
Starlit games find chances to reactivate venue and play
But fortunes favour the boys who stop to ponder.

Sometimes they talk and don’t turn up to do anything,
When you need them most they leave things to burn,
Iron and pottery, ruffle and tussle waging war waiting
To heap on friends fire of forgiveness in the engine room.

There is a body of opinion, mythical and delusional,
Boys will be boys embark on missions together
Scroungers, soldier’s follow after fellow professional,
Wind and rain cannot nullify any of their splendour.

Loved by girls in the wildest arena passions evoke,
Income years turn the journey from boys into men,
No more toys to change and make them fit for work
Only older veterans dream of honour and illusions.