I knew a boy

 I knew a boy who wanted to die
So he went to war,
Asked his commander where the thickest battle was,
He was first to charge,
But he killed all his enemies,
Fell on his knees and sighed in misery,
They hailed him as a hero,
He collected five medals, his mother smiled,
The world said a brave soldier before our eyes,
The boy declined and went to find other ways to fight to die
He succeeded, he became one of the greats
A Hercules. Now his face is on the rock,
Fifty more medals, they crowned him king
Led his nation to a grand prosperity
Got married, had one wife and five kids.
They loved him dearly, but all the while
He wished he could pass and be at peace.
At ninety-nine, already lost his wife to a happy death
He didn't cry but sighed and wished that it was him,
Every night he dreamt of when the morning would no longer be in his sight
It never came, Now at 120 years, he remembers all his friends that passed away.
Most had Post-traumatic stress, but he had none 
No disease, no ache, no depression,
He often preached, but never told of his deep wish to die to be at peace,
But there was no anguish just this only steady dream. 

K.Oni