Who Am I?
May be too small to be reconized,
but big enough to be who I am.
Not bad enough to be afraid of,
but tuff enough for my Uncle Sam.
I never liked engaging in a fight:
my feet never forgot how to run.
Hey look! I'm in the army now.
a little older, carrying a big gun.
Who am I? I am who I am;
whether or not, I stand and fight,
it makes me no less of a man:
I'm still a man in my own right.
I shine my shoes and lace my boots:
I do it the very best I can.
I'm a solider in the army now,
and proud to be a solider man.
Share This Poem