Duties End

At the window where I sit and stare I see a soldier walking bare He’s face is wrinkled and full of doubt “Stop the war!” I stand up and shout Still he marches on to duties end My message of guilt I shall send But he can not hear my selfish cries As he wipes his tears and dries his eyes Still he marches on to duties end I yell and tell him “I’m not a friend” Yet he cleans his riffle and points it toward the sky Several shots are fired not knowing why Still he marches on to duties end With smells of death his country he must defend Yet at the window looking through The soldier now sits cold with his meal overdue Still he marches on to duties end As he struggles with war and wants to amend Lonely soldier now standing still Amongst the mist and daffodil He has now reached his duties end Its time to lay down its time to mend The soldier has not moved since he lay down As I look through my window I now have a frown. Jan.27.2016