“A Soldier Died Today”
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 had fought in,And the deeds that he had done.In his exploits with his buddies;They were heroes, everyone.
And ‘tho sometimes, to his neighbors,his tales became a joke.All his buddies listened,For they knew whereof 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,Quietly going 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?
The politician’s stipend,And the style in which he lives,Are disproportionate,To the service 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 long ago,That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys,Went to battle, but we know.
Gary Brookins and Susie MacNelly