The Decision
To those who have had to decide
It was early, that spring morning I fled.
Waving, crying, and mouthing I love you,
Mom and Sis standing there, the tears they shed.
Eighteen, young, naive, and without a clue
I would later learn to miss them badly,
while feeling melancholy on my own.
But now, the bus starting forward slowly,
my heart breaking, leaving them all alone.
I was so overcome with excitement,
not realizing that the life I had known
was now ending with that one commitment.
Nor thought I of the life they faced at home.
A painful decision young men must make,
life, or remain behind for other’s sake
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