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.”
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