---The Paper Soldier--- Once there lived a soldier-boy, quite brave, one can't be braver, but he was merely a toy for he was made of paper. He wished to alter everything, and be the whole world's helper, but he was puppet on a string, a soldier made of paper. He'd bravely go through fire and smoke, he'd die for you. No vapour. But he was just a laughing-stock, a soldier made of paper. You would mistrust him and deny your secrets and your favour. Why should you do it, really, why? `cause he was made of paper. He dreads the fire? Not at all! One day he cut a caper and died for nothing; after all, he was a piece of paper. ----------------------------------------------- Obviously not my own work but the work of Bulat Okudzhava a russian poet. Personally one of my favorite poems.
