The Soldier

There once was a soldier, So loyal, so brave. He fought a long struggle, ‘til the end, ‘til the grave. The struggle went on, For days, for years. No end in sight, No break, just tears. He fought alone, Nobody would help. No one would listen, To his struggling yelp. He fought on and on, No food, no sleep. Nobody had noticed, Not a bit, not a peep. But his loving dog did, She helped, she cared. But when her time came, He fell, despaired. The fight got harder, The nights, longer. He thought he’d survive, He thought he’d get stronger. Then after 4 years, Of crying, of weeping. A rooster had stopped him, From dying, from seeping. But after a year, His new found-friend died. He had to wonder, And then he just sighed. Was this life worth living? Alone, afraid. Where his best friends die, And he’s left to fade. There once was a soldier, So alone, so distraught. Who took his own life, Suicidal, overwrought. This man fought no war, Not out of his head. He fought mental challenges, That left him up dead.