His Life Poem by Ray Hansell

His life wasn’t lived in glory
But still he had a life’s story
His life was troubled and difficult
So many feelings he never felt
He thought he was in love once before
But deep inside him he never too sure
At every turn in his life things went wrong
He tried to prevail, he tried to stay strong
But it seems the harder that he tried
So many times his heart just cried
He wouldn’t ask for help as he was too proud
His complaining was never done out loud
But for all the things that went wrong in his life
The happiest times was when he had a wife
They had a child he never got to know
Fatherly affection he never got to show
No matter how rough life would be
The good things were all he’d ever see
He held no grudge and he didn’t hate
Dying in war he felt was his fate
He’ll be forgotten by most, only remembered by few
When it came to war he had no point of view
He answered when his country called
Never believing one day that he’d fall
Some say when he died it was fast and quick
His blood formed a pool like an oil slick
He died a hero his death was not in vain
He’s still a war causality just the same
Too many deaths war seems to claim
Too many times we want someone to blame


© 3-4-11/RJH