My Father Waxes Poetic

pop23.jpgOn Christmas morning I woke up early and my father read me this poem he wrote. I recorded it in our kitchen and I thought you might enjoy listening to him read it. Leave a message for Joe Poltz down below. Listen Here when a soldier dies when a soldier dies in some far off land it's so hard for his loved ones to understand why did he have to leave them behind oh why did fate have to be so blind in a wooden box his body lies when a soldier dies when a soldier dies in some foreign field and they ship him home on his battle worn shield home where his family sighs and mourns wondering why from their lives he's been torn trying to reason amid their sighs when a soldier dies when a soldier dies in a terrible war amid all the gunfire blood and gore wondering in his final moments of life was it worth all the suffering hardship and strife was he fighting for truth or was it all lies when a soldier dies when a soldier dies many lives are torn his family and friends at his graveside mourn they call him a hero who died in the dust but often we wonder if the cause was just was his death worth all the moaning and cries when a soldier dies