It doesn’t matter -
whatever you said,
you did.

Ugly hours of worry
bore demented fruit -
that withered to seed
and germinated
into laughter, play
and the distinct possibility
of cheekily breezing past
the winning post,
wherever, whenever
that may be…

For every fallen soldier
there is one to take his place.
Smiling is probably
the only thing -
that really matters.