The rain cold to the touch.
There is nothing good or happy about this day
As I say goodbye to a friend whom I loved very much.
The rain is welcomed no matter the cold,
It masks the tears that fill my eyes.
I stand at attention, put life on hold
As the bugler drones one last goodbye.
I can still see his face,
Still hear that voice.
He shouldn't be here, not in this place.
I would gladly trade with him if I had the choice.
But I can't trade places and life must go on
Even though my heart is filled with grief.
The bugler continues his mournful song,
A tribute to our friend, the Chief.
He was a man of honor, strong and brave,
Always assisting those in need.
He died for his country, so we stand at his grave
Reminding ourselves he was just doing the deed.
THE END