A Soldier's Last Hurrah

A SOLDIER’S LAST HURRAH By Robert E. Welch, Sr. November 7, 2020 He was sitting at the table, His coffee in his hand. Not caring where he was, This sad and lonely man. The years that he had lived Totaled ninety-nine and one His memory was going Of days when he begun. He fought the war in Germany With medals on his chest. Then came home to family Who said he was the best. Now he sits alone at home With none to share his fame. Often asking for his friends Though none had ever came. Then a young boy came along To hear the tales of glory. The old man closed his teary eyes And began to tell his story. He passed away that very day To walk the streets of gold. Saying “Thank you, Lord, this last hurrah, My one last story told.”