The Old Soldier
Just a boy, several years back
As for a care, he had none until that day
Uncle Sam said, he had to go, so the note said
A boy into a man he would grow
It was his duty, that is why he went away
Tear in his mother's eyes, as the note she read
To a battle field in a far off land, he did not know
The wounded, flag covered caskets, bullets and bombs
And all the terrible things he would see
He had to keep his country fee, he had to fight the foe
Every second was like a thousand Vietnam 's
Wondering why God, all this misery
What he saw in battle, he could never forget
They were in his dreams, each and every night
The memories he brought back home yesterday
The war would never quit
He could not bury them or put them out of sight'
No matter how hard he would pray
And of all the terrible things, there was no healing
Or all the hurt, that never goes away
Praying God would give him an answer
And stop this terrible feeling
And help him make it through an another day
He was just twenty years old...........THE OLD SOLDIER
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009
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