If you are not sure what it's talking about, feel free to ask him. Also, ignore the political side of this poem and don't flame.
This Will Make You Cry
He packs up his bag with clothes and more, I try to stop him by putting boxes at the door. He takes one last look at the portrait of the family pet, Another look at all through his pack, he's all set.
I grab a few of my favorite stuffed toys, Which really reminds me of the green duck decoy. I hear about people dieing in wars on TV, I know I have feelings but I still don't feel like me.
Searching through every drawer, Till I cannot search no more. I find a small shiny thing, But it's not a diamond ring.
It's this keychain we got long ago from vacation, It may be abit too late to think of renovation. Taking the keychain, I say to him: "Put this in your uniform pocket, and someday I may dream of you flying to space in a rocket."
He turns back and takes a look at me, "I will miss you alot, I really don't want to do this, but the president calls and I must be loyal to my country."
Where will he have to go? That is a question I do not know. I stare off to the far off distance and see, The stars and the stripes, the land of the free!
Goodbye, I'll never forget the good times and the bad, The great and the wonderful, even the sad. From the first time I ever was on a theme park ride, To even the times when I supported gamer's pride.
_________________ I'm gone.
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