Soldier Poem
 

"Just a Common Soldier" by A. Lawrence Vaincourt
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> He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
> And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past.
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> Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
> In his Exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.
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> And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
> All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
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> 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.
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> He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
> for he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
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> Held a job and raised a family, quietly going on his way,
> And the world won't notice his passing, though a soldier died today.
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> If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
> Then at least lets give him homage at the ending of his days.
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> Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
> Our country is in mourning, for a soldier died today.
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