Alone

ALONE He was a child of laughter, full of jokes Without a care, in his family home Until death came to take away his folks And he found himself all alone He went to live in the house of his aunt She was a surly, embittered old crone The affection she gave was all too scant And he grew up all on his own He went to war, his own platoon he led And many seeds of fellowship were sown But the war left all of his comrades dead And he returned home all alone Shrapnel in his leg from a hand grenade Left no choice but to amputate the bone Visitors were none as in hospital he laid Left to suffer all on his own Sometimes he would go to the local dance With lots of pretty girls all on their own But his wooden leg stifled all romance And he would limp home all alone He was young of age as he passed away Given a humble grave with no headstone Nobody came, their last respects to pay He died as he had lived, alone