Last Man

Four fast friends and I sailed away to war. Our dreams were fresh, and we owned forever. On Omaha beach a shell took Trevor. His sap of Spring gushed as blood and gore. Joe’s gardens were the splendor of Summer. Bright marigolds bloomed as his youthful kids. One day he woke a viper from slumber Leaving a widow with life on the skids. Autumn’s leafy mosaic graced the ricks With eye-popping colors down to the cricks. Ben went for a cheerful leaf crunching stroll Heart failing, in woods he fell with a roll. Winter memories parade back to view Medal of Honor friends pass in review. Shedding tears for things that cannot be passed, Will and I are racing to finish last.