A Soldier's Destiny
Nothing marks the day he left this world
no pomp, no glory, no flags unfurled
no marching parade to fill the streets
no tears to run down crimson hued cheeks
No one to hold him, no one to care
just blood stained dirt in a war somewhere
left to remind us of what he gave
so we could live free in his land of the brave
9/3/2019
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2021
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