5.         THE END

The long days start to rattle
When the min-days train comes to the lintel
As an old broken drawn calendar
Guarding the days or the remainder.

The moods distance themselves
When they become old boys
To wish the army life goodbye.
The days that were moist became dry
Of what once was habit
Now took to freedom as a rabbit.

Friend why so distant
With words of cold pit
When we left behind
A friend and a hand?