Their years have slowly slipped away,
Our nation’s heroes with heads of grey
Once strong bodies, now weathered and weak,
‘tis’ the solitude of grave’s-rest, they seek.
Willingly went to face war’s deadly strife
Preserving liberty, their Country’s way of life
Prosecute not , “Their” war’s grievous toll
Grant mercy upon these warrior souls.
Sought they neither honor nor glory
A goodly deed, for them a worthy story
Their splendor gone, they’ve faced their misery
A momentary trembling for threads of Liberty
Honored soldiers who gave their best
One by one, they’re being laid to rest
With ribbons and medal pinned on their chest.
Where upon the battlefield valor well expressed.
Upon their graves a nation owes
The noblest wreath we can bestow
Now they shall rest from life’s demands
In paradise in God most loving hands
Copyright © Johnny Martinez | Year Posted 2017