A Hero In Time
How many times have you seen him there,
on the corner downtown, with that hollow stare.
A veteran I've heard , from the second World War,
still wearing his medals, although he can't remember
what they all are for.
A hero in his time, many missions he flew,
then one day he took a hit, never finding his crew.
So wise if you listen, to his daily prayer,
bits, and pieces of his puzzle, are hidden there.
Never a husband, no time for a wife,
determined to spend a lifetime, living the military life.
After his crash, and after the pain,
nothing was ever the same again.
Parents already passed, not a sibling did he have,
now on a corner downtown, with his hollow stare.
Donations will be gathered, for this wonderful man,
and a house will be built, by many grateful hands.
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