My one-legged tin soldier who went on adventures
and whose loyalty to the ballerina balancing on one
leg remains firmly in place, will have to contend with
Alice-In-Wonderland when he wakes up being non-
physical consciousness in the realm after death - I
Shall greet him as the best mentor and loyal sibling
that has ever been, he never left me or anyone else
in the lurch - never shirked his duty, as traditionalist
and disciplinarian he marched with the platoon until
the day the Mandarin-aneurysm pushed him through
The window according to the fairy tale, then the brave
little soldier returned to the toy cupboard and saluted,
dependable as always while continuing his quest for
philosophic discourse, and though ill health impedes
my tin soldier, his dreams are intact and his life still
On track to scale the mountain he started climbing
when he taught philosophy a long time ago…
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