Becky's Bright Boy Billy
A casualty of war.
Becky's bright boy Billy
went away to war.
He left willingly,
didn't ask what for.
Told to look for weapons.
Told to set people free.
Becky's boy did his job
very courageously.
Becky's boy returned home
to loving arms and hearts.
Came back home incomplete,
missing some body parts.
Becky dared not ask Billy
what his suffering was for;
Just quietly accepted
the consequences of war.
About the Creator
T.A. Phillips
Joyful, not happy, cause that depends on something or someone. Regardless of whether the sun is blazing, the clouds are hovering or the sky is weeping, we can have joy.
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