This poem was sent on to me by a subscriber. I thought it appropriate to share it with readers prior to Veterans Day next week.
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.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
his tales became a joke,
all his buddies listened quietly
for they knew where of he spoke.