The last soldier
Old soldier out here walking, a slow unsteady pace,
Years of tragedies and memory\'s etched deep upon his face.
An old stick his last friend now and with boots upon his feet,
He still can hear the band as it strikes up its beat.
Recanting the friends, as he kneels down and prays,
That he will soon be joining, at the final ends of days.
His wife of fifty years passed away just this last spring,
No children they did have but a life she spent with him.
She to awaits him coming, with her hand upon his lap,
As he lays on their old bed, on his hand she gives a tap.
He feels her in the room, as the mist begins to fall,
She takes him by the hand as they walk unto the wall.
A pathway opens up and a climb up to the cloud,
They look at each other, as their love it screams out loud.
No sadness there is here, but joy they\'re now together,
And for the rest of eternity, hand in hand they\'ll be forever...