• Final Memories Of A Bed-Ridden Soldier

    Dedicated to the Father of Shadowblader626: Kevin W. Tarpley


    As time goes by we find ourselves thinking,
    Why am I cursed, why am I still Sinking.
    Most answers can be answered by the one up above,
    But most people believe they actually lack love.
    That may be true, that may be right,
    Yet that isn't the true reason we all fight.
    If I had a nickel for every fight we were in,
    I'd be bombarded with nickels way past my chin.
    With help out of reach and out of sight,
    We've lost all our chances to make things right.
    We feed our lust and we feed our greed,
    But what we feed them with we really don't need.
    Our lives go on as this big world turns, Because nobody listens and nobody learns.
    How can we believe when the Government lies,
    As they get dressed all up in their suits and ties.
    How can we belive you, how can we see,
    That you are who you set out to be.
    As our lives move on and I run out of time,
    I really grow weary of writing this rhyme.
    As I sit and wonder what I write today,
    I ponder on why I should care anyway.
    I'm sick and bed-ridden as I'm left for dead,
    As I close my final chapter with my life in a bed.
    I can't stop thinking of my child and my wife,
    A tear trickles down my cheek as I reach the end of my life.
    My life flashes before my eyes starting when I was a boy,
    I laughed and played with my shiny new toy.
    My mother sings a lullaby as I drift off to sleep,
    It plays again in my head as I begin to weep.
    Then with Marie, my first lover girl,
    We took my new Ford hoping things would unfurl.
    We stopped a while to share a kiss under the sunset,
    Her beautiful face and heart-warming eyes I couldn't forget.
    Next to my loving wife, who I met near the pool,
    It was the last week of the year in our last year of school.
    She looked so stuning in her two-piece suit,
    I still remember her first words to me, "Boy you're cute."
    At the age of 18 I was married and in the Marines,
    When I was drafted we were packed like sardines.
    I met a good friend, by the name of Dave,
    We became best of friends and I'll take it to my grave.
    There's no better friend whose life he gave,
    In order to ensure my life was saved.
    The jungle is so silent , for the first time it's calm,
    As I sit here in waiting in the forest of Vietnam.
    Hidind behind trees as gunfire is ablaze,
    It was hard to see comrades through this smoky haze.
    Slinkingtoward the end of the fight,
    The war just kept going with no end in sight.
    Eventually we both lost and the war had ceased,
    Now we can take our time and live in peace.
    As I focus back to reality and what happens here,
    The end of my life is waiting idly near.
    I smile slightly as I draw in my last breath,
    It's now time for me to welcome my oncoming death.
    My eyes slowly close and I see a light,
    Is this truly the end, it doesn't seem right.
    I'm now standing at the gates with Christ, the son of God,
    I ask my only question and he answers with a nod.