A Poem you won't soon forget

 

This is from Wets World another site that I’m on and my friend Wayne had this has a blog for Veterans Day post and I read it and normally he is making me laugh but today he made me cry so if it can make me cry I thought I wanted to share it with fellow bloggers and other friends some of you will understand and others might not but it is beautiful and I wanted to share with all of you. 
Kat

 

  Ol’ Joe was getting old and paunchy
                                   And his hair was falling fast,
                                    He sat around the Legion,
                                 Telling stories of the past.

                                  Of a war that he once fought in
                                   And the deeds that he had done,
                       Of his exploits with his buddies,
                                   They were heroes, every one.

                                   And ‘tho sometimes to his neighbors
                                    His tales became a joke,
                                    All his buddies listened quietly
                                    For they knew whereof he spoke.

                        But we’ll hear his tales no longer,
                                   For ol’ Joe has passed away,
                                    And the world’s a little poorer
                                   For a Soldier died today.

                                    He won’t be mourned by many,
                                   Just his children and his wife.
                                    For he lived an ordinary,
                                  Very quiet sort of life.

                                   He held a job and raised a family,
                                    Going quietly on his way;
                                    And the world won’t note his passing,
                                    ‘Tho a Soldier died today.
 
                                    When politicians leave this earth,
                                    Their bodies lie in state,
                                    While thousands note their passing,
                                   And proclaim that they were great.
 
                                    Papers tell of their life stories
                                    From the time that they were young
                                    But the passing of a Soldier
                                    Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

                                    Is the greatest contribution
                                    To the welfare of our land,
                                    Some jerk who breaks his promise
                                    And cons his fellow man?

                                    Or the ordinary fellow
                                   Who in times of war and strife,
                                    Goes off to serve his country
                                    And offers up his life?
 
                                    The politician’s stipend
                                    And the style in which he lives,
                                   Are often disproportionate,
                                    To the service that he gives.

                                    While the ordinary Soldier,
                                    Who offered up his all,
                                   Is paid off with a medal
                                    And perhaps a pension, small.

                                    It is not the politicians
                                    With their compromise and ploys,
                                    Who won for us the freedom
                                    That our country now enjoys.
 
                                    Should you find yourself in danger,
                                   With your enemies at hand,> 
                                    Would you really want some cop-out,
                                    With his ever waffling stand?

                                   Or would you want a Soldier
                                    His home, his country, his kin,
                                   Just a common Soldier,
                                   Who would fight until the end.
 
                                    He was just a common Soldier,
                                    And his ranks are growing thin,
                                    But his presence should remind us
                                    We may need his likes again.


                                    For when countries are in conflict,
                                    We find the Soldier’s part
                                    Is to clean up all the troubles
                                    That the politicians start.
 
                                   If we cannot do him honor
                                    While he’s here to hear the praise,
                                    Then at least let’s give him homage
                                    At the ending of his days.
 
                                    Perhaps just a simple headline
                                    In the paper that might say:> 
                                   “OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
                                    A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.”

 

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