Young Soldier

Far too early, too late, too soon

Is what is written on his tomb.

Too late the day

To turn away

Too early the death day dawn

Too soon for us to mourn.

Far too cruel, too naive, too misled

Shadows this wretched unknown head

Too naive to know

How the war would go

Too cruel the passage that gun him through

Too misled to know what’s true.

Far too eager, too frighted, too stunned

To be left behind rejected and shunned.

Too frighted by pleas

Too eager for fees

Too stunned in battle to turn and flee

To come home safe, my son, to me.

Far too angry, too bitter, too lost

To reclaim time and reckon the cost.

Too bitter the tears

That fill out my years,

Too angry to think of the waste –

Too lost, too lost the taste.

To feed pain is to rekindle it again and again and again. Better to let it go to rest so that those we lose CAN rest in peace, I reckon, but it's up to you. MOST people work through it without causing damage to others. Be among them please. Focus not on the loss but on the joy of them ever having been a part of our lives, be they men or women, girls or boys. 
Thank you for reading.