A Hero

Barley a man when he went off to war
not really sure what he was fighting for

To serve his country he knew for sure,
unaware of the suffering he would later endure

He worked hard to put on a brave face,
but he couldn't imagine a more horrible place

So often afraid of losing his life, 
he would cling to the thought of his son and his wife

When he came home it was an answered prayer,
it was due to the illness he'd received over there

Whatever the reason he was finally home
He had a six week old son of his very own

He tried to work and live a normal life
He later married his second wife

They had two kids, that made him three
From this sickness he couldn't get free

He was completely disabled, he couldn't work
His pain was getting worse and worse

He'd had many surgeries and there were more to come
It attacked his liver, colon and lungs

He never spoke of the horror he'd seen
His brain must have felt so unclean

He never bragged about the Purple Heart
The illness was tearing his body apart

He wasn't perfect, that much is true
but imagine all that he went through

He died when he was only fifty seven
I hope God saved a place for him in Heaven

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 8/7/2017 1:26:00 PM
Nice piece Nikki, well constructed with good rhyme.
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Date: 8/6/2017 6:17:00 PM
poignant but touchng poem, Nikki.
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Date: 8/6/2017 5:14:00 PM
Hi Nikki, a strong poem with depth and meaning. Its a subject I have written about myself, the Futility of War. I particularly like your Couplet, its fast paced and a good read, thanks for sharing, kind regards, Kevin PS check the spelling on your first word
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