256. Tell me of the brave.

Tell me of the brave,
He says.

The brave are those who
In the moment of facing Death
Stands up, takes a bow,
And gives his best fight

In that moment
Nothing matters.

Give me your best shot.

For the brave
There is no sense

There is only

As they lay to count
Their last breaths
Only then do they smile
And say

I have no regrets.

Tuesday, 25 March 2014, NIE Library.
As part of an in-class assignment given by Dr Yeo, my Literature tutor.

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