On Sacrifice

(A sonnet that can be read top line to bottom line, or bottom line to top line. – Owen)

To give what cannot ever be repaid.
The sacrifice that these few, now, have made:

To take care of adults whose minds have gone –
To tend the special ones, whate’er their needs,
For love or country, up before the dawn;
To mind the sick, right where the foulness breeds

For those who help because it just seems right
For all of those who claim but human race,
For those who stop to heal amid the fight;
And for all those who step back, yielding place;

We speak of those who gave just that much more –
Of sacred living, or be-shrouded dead,
That some are truly selfless, to their core:
Of sacrifice, what can at last be said?


Of sacrifice, what can at last be said?
That some are truly selfless, to their core:

Of sacred living, or be-shrouded dead,

We speak of those who gave just that much more -


And for all those who step back, yielding place;
For those who stop to heal amid the fight;

For all of those who claim but human race,

For those who help because it just seems right


To mind the sick, right where the foulness breeds
For love or country, up before the dawn;

To tend the special ones, whate’er their needs,

To take care of adults whose minds have gone –

The sacrifice that these few, now, have made:
To give what cannot ever be repaid

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