A Broken Soldier

The Broken Soldier An old man Over a hundred years old Laying in a bed His mind travels back to a time He lived a life no one had to live An ANZAC storming the shores of Turkey An unknown place called Gallipoli He watched s his friends died on the beach His brothers died fighting in the trenches Blood flowing in rivers Soldiers running across acres of the dead While officers hide miles away Sleeping in the wet trench He cried a tear for every ANZAC who fell That time affected him Seeing so much pain and death He was never again quite right The boy as gone All that was left was a broken soldier With memories he should not have Even today A century later He still remembers He has shed a billion tears But when he dies, he will be happy He will be with his friends and brothers Once again, laughing and drinking beer in the pub And he will be happy