Just a Common Soldier
by A. Lawrence Vaincourt
He was getting old and his paunchy and his hair was falling fast.
And he sat around the legion telling stories of the past.
Of the war that he had fought in and the deed's that he had done.
In his exploits with his buddies, they were heroes, every one.
And tho sometimes to his neighbors, hjs tales became a joke.
All his legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away.
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.
He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary and quiet uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family quietly going his own way.
and the world won't note his passing, though a soldier died today.
If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise.
then let's give him homage at the end of his day's.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say.
Our country is in mourning for a soldier died today.
