Life and War

Here I sit to write my tale.
My mind is gone, my body pale.
My paintings finished, my stories done.
All obsticles bounded, all the good wars won.
My bones are aching, my steps unstable.
Now I sit at this fine oak table,
And look back at the adventures past.
This one here shall be my last.
Be true to eachother, have honor, be brave.
This way no man should fear his own grave.
All that you need to understand,
Is live life for you, the best you can.
Say what you feel and write out your heart.
And once again the world will have beautiful art.
And now my friends with no more adieu.
I lay down my pen, and leave the future for you.

For Everyone.