The Final Call
The rocking chair rocks to and fro
The moments tick by unbelievably slow
The punishing sun cracks the earth
The lonesome man wonders his worth.
For here today he sits again
Reminiscing about where he’s been.
No little children to ask him his story
No fellow soldier to share in his glory.
Looking forward but seeing the past
The dreams that died leaving him last.
Last in line and no one to care
No one to give him his rightful share.
Now alone the tears finally fall
The trumpets play it’s the final call.