The Soldier’s Humble Half (POETRY)

I do not wear a uniform

nor do I guard the border

I do not scale mountains tall

or belong to any cadre

I do not brave the weather , rough

or follow orders from above

I do not endure conditions tough

or  toil to earn the nation’s love

I do not miss being there at home

in the  comfort of my tender  hearth

I do not need to face the  storm

yet  stay  motivated and strong at heart

I need not face the bullets

or see my fellow men die

I need not be indifferent to deaths

or regret not saying a goodbye

Because I am not a soldier 

but , his humble half

Who awaits his sturdy shoulder

to rest  my head on , and share a good laugh …