by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 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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Author: Robert Lin Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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