A Tribute to an Old Vet
By David Smith December 20, 2011
He stood at attention, in years gone by
Sharp as a tack, as the flag waving high
Now he is seen, pushing a walker as he strides
A decorated soldier, his youthfulness starting to hide
Time marches for everyone, as the drummer keeps the beat
Very sad to see, old soldiers take a back seat
To think of his prime, his vitality and vigour
And now as he walks in somewhat of a dither
So I Ponder Remembrance Day, with his walker as he sat
With all of his medals, to the old fogies, he would chat
When he ruled with power, the pace- stick by his side
The bellow of his voice where the timid would hide
That power and spark is glowing dim
How it’s affecting me, my passion within
And on Remembrance Day, I shed a tear
Our light is diminishing, my greatest fear
He stood at attention, in times gone by
As did our loved ones with the bugle cry.
And our experiences, when we were young
Don’t let our failures, and successes go unsung.
Pass on the lessons of what we have learned;
The next generation, a going concern.