Blackhorse26
09-30-2008, 10:30 PM
I do not know who the authors are if any one knows who they are I will list them. I feel they fit this forum.
He was getting old and paunchy And his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the Legion, Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in And the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his buddies; They were heroes, every one.
Sometimes to his neighbors His tales are a joke, His buddies listened quietly For they knew where of he spoke.
We'll hear his tales no longer, For ol' Bob has passed away, And the world's a little poorer For a Soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many, Just his children and his wife. Because you know he lived a Very Ordinary life.
He held a job and raised a family, And went quietly on his way; And the world won't note his passing, But a hero died today.
When politicians leave this earth, Their bodies lie in state, While thousands note their passing, And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories From the time that they were young But the passing of a Soldier Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution To the welfare of our land, Some jerk who breaks his promise And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow Who in times of war and strife, Goes off to serve his country And offers up his life?
The politician's actions And the style in which he lives, Are often disproportionate, To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Soldier, Who offered up his all Is paid off with a medal And perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them, For it is so many times That our Bobs and Jims and Johnny’s, Went to battle, but we know,
It is not the politicians With their compromise and ploys, Who won for us the freedom? That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger? With your enemies at hand, Would you really want some cop-out? With his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier-- His home, his country, his kin, Just a common Soldier, Who would fight until the end.
He was just a common Soldier, And his ranks are growing thin, His presence should remind us We may need his like again.
When country is in conflict, It is the Soldier's part Is to clean up all the troubles That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor While he's alive to hear the praise, Then at least let's give him homage At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simply headline In the paper that might say: "OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
Somebody killed a policeman today, and a part of America died.
A piece of the country he swore to protect will be buried with him at his side.
The suspect who shot will stand up in court, with counsel demanding his rights.
While a young widowed mother must work for her kids, and spend long, lonely nights.
The beat that he walked was a battlefield too, just as if he'd gone to war. Though the flag of out nation won't fly at half mast, To his name they will add a gold star.
Yep, somebody killed a policeman today, maybe in your town or mine. While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors, A cop put his life on the line.
Now his ghost walks a beat on a dark city street, And he stands at each new rookie's side.
He answered the call, of himself gave his all, And a part of America died.
He was getting old and paunchy And his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the Legion, Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in And the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his buddies; They were heroes, every one.
Sometimes to his neighbors His tales are a joke, His buddies listened quietly For they knew where of he spoke.
We'll hear his tales no longer, For ol' Bob has passed away, And the world's a little poorer For a Soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many, Just his children and his wife. Because you know he lived a Very Ordinary life.
He held a job and raised a family, And went quietly on his way; And the world won't note his passing, But a hero died today.
When politicians leave this earth, Their bodies lie in state, While thousands note their passing, And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories From the time that they were young But the passing of a Soldier Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution To the welfare of our land, Some jerk who breaks his promise And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow Who in times of war and strife, Goes off to serve his country And offers up his life?
The politician's actions And the style in which he lives, Are often disproportionate, To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Soldier, Who offered up his all Is paid off with a medal And perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them, For it is so many times That our Bobs and Jims and Johnny’s, Went to battle, but we know,
It is not the politicians With their compromise and ploys, Who won for us the freedom? That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger? With your enemies at hand, Would you really want some cop-out? With his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier-- His home, his country, his kin, Just a common Soldier, Who would fight until the end.
He was just a common Soldier, And his ranks are growing thin, His presence should remind us We may need his like again.
When country is in conflict, It is the Soldier's part Is to clean up all the troubles That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor While he's alive to hear the praise, Then at least let's give him homage At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simply headline In the paper that might say: "OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
Somebody killed a policeman today, and a part of America died.
A piece of the country he swore to protect will be buried with him at his side.
The suspect who shot will stand up in court, with counsel demanding his rights.
While a young widowed mother must work for her kids, and spend long, lonely nights.
The beat that he walked was a battlefield too, just as if he'd gone to war. Though the flag of out nation won't fly at half mast, To his name they will add a gold star.
Yep, somebody killed a policeman today, maybe in your town or mine. While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors, A cop put his life on the line.
Now his ghost walks a beat on a dark city street, And he stands at each new rookie's side.
He answered the call, of himself gave his all, And a part of America died.