Veterans of Compassion
Here I stand, pride swallowed, trying to get a dime,
A veteran, an old man-o-war knocking on this man’s door,
I need a token to get me where I’m going,
Isn’t there someone around, someone in the knowing,
I’m down on my luck cause life’s as hard as a rock,
A token for some service?
Say no more brother soldier, you’re down and now times broke,
Here are two tokens, for the words you’ve spoken for poverty is no joke,
And as I watched him walk away, my heart tore apart and broke,
For the soldier-man had swallowed his pride,
Before ever a word he spoke.
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