He was getting old and paunchy,
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in,
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly,
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Veteran died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran,
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution,
To the welfare of our land,
Someone who breaks his promise,
And deceives his fellow man?
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country,
And offers up his life?
The politician's stipend,
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal,
And perhaps a pension, small.
It is not the politicians,
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?
Or would you want a Veteran,
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us,
We may need his likes again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline,
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A VETERAN DIED TODAY."
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