Fallen soldier poem.

[WolfSpiritHowls]

The fallen soldier, in his dying breath
does what all other men do,.
He thinks about his family
who would be thinking of him too.

His wife at home patiently
for her husband to arrive
But she may be waiting, faithfully
for a letter saying he died

The kids are at home hearing stories
all about their brave old man
hearing how he saves mankind
as best as he possibly can.

His relatives think of him
once or twice a day
about watching him grow up
as they hope he is okay.

It takes this fallen soldier
a moment to realize
he has NONE of this
in his moment of demise.

He has no wife and kids
waiting for him at home
His parents died two years ago
so he knows he is alone

He hoped to become an amazing lover
and to have kids one day
but he knows his life is over
and his hopes have faded away.

But what he doesn't realize
is I'M thinking of him now
I'm thinking of that brave young man
and some may wonder how.

I'm hoping for his happiness
just as a good friend should
He doesn't know himself the way I do
but how I wish he could.

Even though I'll never meet him
I know deep inside
this brave young man just needs
someone to just cry for him as he slowly dies.
-Gummi<3