He was getting
old and paunchy
And his hair
was falling fast,
And he sat
around the Legion,
Telling stories
of the past.
Of a war
that he once fought in
And the deeds
that he had done,
In his exploits
with his buddies;
They were
heroes, every one.
And 'tho
sometimes to his neighbors
His tales
became a joke,
All his buddies
listened quietly
For they
knew where of he spoke.
But we'll
hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Bob
has passed away,
And the world's
a little poorer
For a Soldier
died today.
He won't
be mourned by many,
Just his
children and his wife.
For he lived
an ordinary,
Very quiet
sort of life.
He held a
job and raised a family,
Going quietly
on his way;
And the world
won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier
died today.
When politicians
leave this earth,
Their bodies
lie in state,
While thousands
note their passing,
And proclaim
that they were great.
Papers tell
of their life stories
>From the
time that they were young
But the passing
of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed,
and unsung.
Is the greatest
contribution
To the welfare
of our land,
Some jerk
who breaks his promise
And cons
his fellow man?
Or the ordinary
fellow
Who in times
of war and strife,
Goes off
to serve his country
And offers
up his life?
The politician's
stipend
And the style
in which he lives,
Are often
disproportionate,
To the service
that he gives.
While the
ordinary Soldier,
Who offered
up his all,
Is paid off
with a medal
And perhaps
a pension, small.
It's so easy
to forget them,
For it is
so many times
That our
Bobs and Jims and Johnnys,
Went to battle,
but we know,
It is not
the politicians
With their
compromise and ploys,
Who won for
us the freedom
That our
country now enjoys.
Should you
find yourself in danger,
With your
enemies at hand,
Would you
really want some cop-out,
With his
ever waffling stand?
Or would
you want a Soldier--
His home,
his country, his kin,
Just a common
Soldier,
Who would
fight until the end.
He was just
a common Soldier,
And his ranks
are growing thin,
But his presence
should remind us
We may need
his like again.
For when
countries are in conflict,
We find the
Soldier's part
Is to clean
up all the troubles
That the
politicians start.
If we cannot
do him honor
While he's
here to hear the praise,
Then at least
let's give him homage
At the ending
of his days.
Perhaps just
a simply headline
In the paper
that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY
IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER
DIED TODAY."
Pass On The Patriotism!
YOU
can make a difference
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