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He was getting old and paunchy,                   Of a war that he once fought in,
and his hair was falling fast                          And the deeds that he had done,
and he sat around the Legion                        In his exploits with his buddies
Telling stories of the past.                            They were heroes, everyone.
And Though sometimes to his neghbors,         But we'll hear his tales no longer,
His tales became a joke,                               For ole' Joe has passed away
All his buddies listened quietly,                      And the world's a little poorer,
For they knew where of he spoke.                  For a Veteran died today.
He won't be mourmed by many,                     He held a job and raised a family
Just his childern and his wife.                        We find the Veteran's part,
For he lived an ordinary,                               And the world won't note his passing
Very quite sort of life.                                  Though a Veteran died today.
When politicians leave this earth,                  Papers tell of their life stories,
Their bodies lie in state,                              From the time that they were young
While thousands note their passing,              But the passing of a Veteran,
And proclaim that they were great.               Goes unnociticed and unsung.
Is the greatest contributuon,                        Or the ordinary fellow,
To the welfare of our land,                          Who in times of war and strife,
Someone who breaks his promise,                Goes off to serve his country,
And deceives his fellow man?                       And offer up his life?
The politicians stipend,                               While the ordinary Veteran,
And the style in which he lives,                    Who offered up his all,
Are often disproportionate,                          Is paid off with a medal
To the service that he gives.                        And perhaps a pension, small.
Its not the politicians,                                 Should you find yourself in danger,
With their compromise and ploys,                 With your enemies at hand,
Who won for us the freedom,                       Would you really want some cop-out
That our country now enjoys.                       With his ever-waffling stand?
Or would you want a Veteran,                      He was just a Common Veteran,
His home, his country, his kin,                     And his ranks are growing thin,
Just a common Veteran,                             But his presence should remind us,
Who will fight until the end.                        We may need his likes again.
For when countries are in conflect,               If we cannot do him honor,
Going quietly on his way,                            While he's here to hear the praise,
Is to clean up all the troubles ,                    Then at least let's give him homage,
That the politicians start.                            At the ending of his days.
   Perhaps just a simple headline,
   In the paperthat might say: