The Veteran

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With his shaky legs

and prosthetic feet,

He wheels a cart

of Home and Memories.

He talks and talks,

Knowing only the important listen.

 

It’s cold out

but his disposition

for his wonderful, democratic country

is more bitter than the

Chill in his bones.

 

He’s carrying flags and medals,

Faded stars and stripes.

They wonder why

He still lives in the past, yet,

All he knows is how to be a soldier.