The Unanswered Query

May 18, 2013

Alone he laid dying

From the wound in his chest.

Before him his life was flying,

The joys, sorrows and all the rest.

He heard his wife softly calling:

Calling him to her side.

Thousands of shells were falling

But, with a smile he died.

His funeral was ending.

The hero was laid to rest.

His widow’s knees were bending.

Voices were echoing his best.

As the mourners start to go,

His son runs to the grave site,

And says “I must ask. I must know.

Has your death made everything right?”


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