Many, the soldiers son......
His Father rolled his eye's and spoke slowly
"If I didn't know you better
I'd swear your heart was broken at birth "
And he could only stare blankly at him with
no explaination of worth
Yet he was thinking ....but aren't I your son
and didn't I learn from you?
Don't we have the same color hair....
the same build .......the size of shoe
When his Father spoke again it
was in anger
"Why have you chosen to do this ?
in being a warrior there's such danger"
" But father ...you were a warrior and what of
those ribbons in a box neath your bed?"
"Yes son ....I went to fight a war so that
you wouldn't end up as dead"
The boy stared at his shoes as his mother
cried his Father turned away"
Only to shake his sons hand
with no more words ....no more to say.
Now his Father stands by a grave
and thinks of all else he could have done
And screams towards the sky ,"Why Lord......
why did you take my son"