Old Veteran
A man who sleeps beneth the starts with not a dime left to spend
written on a piece of card bored old veteran.
Scares trace his every outline words slow but sure to speak
war has left him strong, pain has left him weak.
Seen to much to function, knows too much to sleep
every time he shuts his eyes all the action goes in repeat.
he's shot and killed the enemy and has saluted to his own
as an American flag is rested on top of them preparing to take them home.
Hope has been stolen from him and has no family to call his own
but has served our country with pride so for that , he will always be called a vertean
and will FOREVER have a home.
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