Step Forward

(Written on a napkin at 36,000 feet somewhere over America.)

***Unfortunately, I couldn’t get Substack to present this poem with either no space between the lines of each couplet or indented second lines. Hence the forward / slash to mark line breaks.

Step forward, my son. / Step forward when all around you turn and run.

Step forward when the storm draws too near; / Step forward to defend those most dear.

Step forward when the water is deep and cold; / Step forward to defend the weak and old.

Step forward when the sun wilts the weak; / Step forward to defend the mild and meek.

Step forward when the siren makes its sound; / Step forward to defend this sacred ground.

Step forward when the mighty lose your trust; / Step forward to defend what’s just.

Step forward when you’re misunderstood; / Step forward to defend what’s good.

Step forward when there is no one but you; / Step forward to defend what’s true.

Step forward when too many wear the face of fear; / Step forward to defend those you most revere.

Step forward when death’s shadow casts its pall; / Step forward though you might falter and fall.

Step forward when you feel most unloved; / Step forward to defend your best beloved.

Step forward to your hill and make your stand; / Step forward to defend the fort unmanned.

Step forward despite life’s common sorrows; / Step forward to defend the humble heroes.

Step forward through life’s petty wars; / Step forward, my son, and honor is yours.

Step forward, my son. Step forward.

I would be grateful if you shared this poem with family and friends.