Larry R. Southerland

THE END OF A SOLDIER’S LIFE

In a far away country a soldier died today, for him there will be no tomorrow
For his friends and family there will be much pain and sorrow
Here at home a soldier died today, for him there will be no tomorrow
He had no friends or family, so for him there will be no sorrow
He had PTSD and had fallen through the crack
All his belongings he kept in a sack
He had lost all his self pride
And this he could not hide
He lived on the street
Because his illness, had handed him defeat
He had served his country and was very proud
Until the voices became too loud
He did not understand the problems he had
Or why he was always sad
He would awaken often in the night
Because his dreams about the war still gave him such fright
He only knew he wished he was dead
As life he did dread
He knew he did not enjoy his life
So much he took his own life
The saddest of all things is we as a country, had let him down
About this not even one of us has on a frown
How many more this fate must share?
Before we start to care?