Charlie, I heard you cried alone...
Ripped apart, heart and soul
from the cold blood of war
which consumed your soul...
Charlie, I know you cried painful tears
that flowed from your heart
upon the lifeless bodies
of those you called brothers
and friends...
A return to a home lonely and dark
in the stark heartlessness of the Newark Ghettos
you struggled to grasp life again
which was quickly stripped away....
You once said to me in sincerity
"The sun doesn't shine on the battlefield
and the moon never smiles."
Your life quickly expired
no wealth....
No dreams come true....
No goodbyes to the ones you loved...
Last words never heard....
You are once again surrounded by the fearless warriors
beneath a lime green grass
an unmarked grave though you saved many!
Your final battles and heartaches never known
We've grown old
Your name forgotten by all; but I....
I do cry for you in my memories at unsuspecting moments,
I cherish your brave memory
sadly your dusted medals
lie in an unmarked box
hopefully to not be mistakenly discarded
in a dark corner amidst old memories....
May God's grace embrace and kiss your tired soul
within the heavenly sunshine
and a smiling moon
My Hero....
My Friend.....
Till my dying day consumes any memory of you
and the struggles of a forgotten soldier.