POEM - Do You Know You're Alive?

Do you even know if you're alive?
Does your day to day life meet the qualifications?
Can you boogey, can you jive?
Is playtime a part of your vocation?

When you get to the cuckoo's nest
Can you look back with both regret and pride?
A fable unlike all the rest;
A legend that you took in stride!

Or a life of commute and 9 to 5;
A solitary exixtence in your cublicle;
Just another worker bee in the hive;
Empty life and meaningless nuptial.

Did you settle into meaningless toil;
Are you counting the days till the end;
Your temper have never reached the boil;
Never came close to the bend.

Have you wondered where your dreams went?
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
An old car with many a dent;
Too early to work, too little time to play.

The Soldier has no such luxury;
Every action means so much;
Bring to the masses some democracy;
Try to avoid a beer hall putsch.

We have lived, we have died;
A meaningless day is so rare;
There are many exploits we have tried;
Many an episode started with a dare.

We have experience of life and death;
This great country's bright and best;
Seen to many comrade's last breath;
Protect the innocent, hunt down the rest.

The Canadian soldier has seen the joy and misery of life;
The best of humanity - the worst of greed;
Simple disagreements ended with a knife;
Peace has become our solemn deed.

Visit the halls, visit the Legions;
Absorb the life's lessons of these hero's;
Make their value's a part of your traditions;
Their sacrifice delivers my prose.

Now not everyone can be a Soldier;
Canada needs every citizen to work;
Some folks are just a little bolder;
No-body needs that co-worker jerk.

You may not think you are part of these teams;
Yet an honest job is part of society;
This nation is just what it seems;
Making the true north strong and free a reality.

No matter your drudgery and depression;
Step up to the plate, stand on your throne;
We live in a country with free expression;
Shout it out loud, shout it into a phone.

From the paper boy to the Army leader;
With the assistance of Mr. P Minister;
And without a lock of Bieber;
This is the land without sinister.

We are all brother's, nay sibling's;
Brothers and sisters of this great land;
I suspect this is one of my better babblings;
Written in my own hand.