Last Man

Four fast friends and I sailed away to war. Our dreams were fresh, and we owned forever. On Omaha beach a shell took Trevor. His Spring life sap gushed on the stark seashore. Joe’s gardens were the splendor of Summer. Bright marigolds bloomed as his youthful kids. One day a viper he woke from slumber, Leaving a wife's love to life on the skids. Autumn’s leafy mosaic graced the ricks With eye-popping colors down to the cricks. Ben went for a cheerful leaf crunching stroll Heart failing, in woods he fell with a roll. Winter memories parade back to view Medal of Honor friends we bade adieux. Shedding tears for things that cannot be passed, Will and I are racing to finish last.