Founding Father

A decade after he buried in a pink mausoleum,
a small war was fought over the relic of a locket of hair.
What a guy was Founding Father, who lives in us to this day.

He'd lead an assault in the morning,
engage the invader till mid day,
then party hardy all evening.

By the time he was 40, his virility was kaput.
Thus, he would die in exile in borrowed pajamas,
a ghost and a shadow of the Field Marshall he was.

A nation grateful, however,
remembers him with reverence.
incomparable donor of sperm.

Alas, he was human.
In that humanity was lost a saint.
Could he but live his life all over...