The Hero Is Dead

Of the young who died brave stories we read of and hear
They fell under gunfire in the gap of fear
But the wise one who did not go to fight in the war far away
Is happily married and a father today
Of men like him heroes are never made
And the last post at his grave will never be played
But the last post to life does not bring back the dead
And the so called coward of himself has years of life ahead
He does not live with regrets and life for him goes on
But the brave one from the World of the living has gone
The so called coward never does wave the National flag
And of his Country's greatness he never does brag
But of him many Seasons of living ahead
And whilst he is enjoying life the hero is dead.