by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 1942~Sept. 1945
Some folks leave a legacy
Of gold and costly gems
Or architectural splendor;
I have not these to give.
I have no gold
I have no gems
I have what’s here
Between my doors
And that is full
And plenty.
A writer is a lonely soul
Who sits before his pen;
His life is closer
To his world
Of paper, ink and pen;
His thoughts
Are his
And his alone,
He answers not to anyone
Not even kith or kin.
What legacy
He has to give
Is written in the stars.
If he can move
A single soul
To live a life
Both strong and bold
He has answered
To his call
And given meaning
To it all.
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About the author: Robert Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co.(2d-2d) from 1942~44, at Guadalcanal
and Tarawa, during a 33-month overseas tour.
