Paul Begadon Poetry

Some men fight for glory,
Some men fight for gold,
Some men fight for the greater good,
Some men fight to defeat a foe.

I have fought for all these years
Because the fight was all i knew.
It was fight or die
Or run and hide,
And live in fear 'til old i grew

But my knuckles tire of fighting.
Miss-shapen,aching,cracked.
When you place your life on the fighters path
You cant take turning back.

So you walk the path to its end,
As the battles take their toll.
Yes the warriors path is a lonesome one,
He walks it on his own.

For few men value what he holds dear.
They yearn comfort,safety,wealth.
And the fighting mans path is no place for fear
For your safety or your health.

The fighter,he feels fear too.
But its felt in a different mode,
Where others feel it bid them back
he feels it fuel his blows.

When the angel comes to take our souls,
While others cry and stop her.
They are sent to graves and cold,
While he's sent to brave Valhalla.

A message from the fighting men:
Fight on and laugh at fear.
For even those who lose the fight,
May one day fight on here...

Poet: Paul Begadon