Old Man Too Young

I don't have much time left you know

Because the bloody front called for me

And rang out church bells where I go

Until fire smoke is the last thing I see.

Scratched and pitiful, this parchment

May be delivered on some fateful day

Just as I will soon be delivered to repent

With these words being the only ones I say.

The steeple crumbles like one of dust

Under the autumn leaf colored sky.

Almost as dark and rich as my body rust

That pools around the tree I lie.

Beautiful to the weary eye of war

As the gun smoke rises in pillars of white

Like peaceful summer clouds all more

Fire coloring them like honey sunset light.

My brother fell asleep under this tree

Resting so peacefully in his crimson bed

Next to a budding summertime lily

A flower that looks so beautiful in red.

The angel songs are lowering to me now

Or it could be the orchestra of gunpowder.

Can they see the pity sit on my brow

When I will be dead cannon fodder?

My sweet and dearest beloved right here

I can see your picture bathed in my gore.

My heart and your little smile are so near

Thinking how that flag is delivered to our door.

With everything left in my body to give

And the artillery fire coming to a close

I'll put my blood through the writer's siv

And write my love to you in this ink rose.

"I always joked he would die before me

The way an older brother is said to be,

But I never wanted it to be this true

And he doesn't want me to go with him too.

I really became an old man too young

Before the twentieth birthday bells rung.

As for you, the one I promised my life,

I never wanted to tell a lie to my wife.

I want nothing more than to hold you a last time

For that the deepest pits of hell I would climb.

The love I have is deeper for you in this mess

And all I can imagine is you in that dress.

The way you smiled when I drove in

To your drive, I couldn't help but grin.

Your brunette and silk smooth hair

With those bright eyes I gave all my care.

I know I can't tell you to not feel grief

But I can pray that it will be brief

So you can make that life we never had

With another man you'll forget to be sad.

You deserve a plentiful plot of land

With a dog or two at your right hand.

My love cannot be conveyed completely true

Remember my dear, I will always lo