Old General Benton was laid to rest
With hero medals upon his breast.
A tally of the enemy he had killed,
Evidence of ambitions boldly fulfilled.
Although honorably he met his release,
His human soul longed for final peace.
Recalling life as departure drew near,
In his mind,youthful images did appear.
Enemy and ally in a state of man's prime,
Lives dissolving, advancing their time.
His eulogy praised his patriotic pride,
But ribbons and gold, serenity belied.
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