Forgotten Hero



A man stops to think,

As he cuddles his drink,

Like a mother protecting her baby.

Will he eat today?,

It’s too early to say,

I doubt it, but then again, maybe.

He fought in the war,

God knows what he saw,

His mates were all killed by a shell.

Now he reminisces,

Of the friends that he misses,

The stories this poor man could tell.

People rushing by,

The man starts to cry.

No Christmas with family for him.

How alone he must feel,

His only Christmas meal,

Is the one he might find in a bin.

Christmas morning,

Without any warning,

The man hears a voice in his head.

“You’ve outlived your life,

Now come join your wife”,

Then the man realises he’s dead.

Next time you’re in town,

Take a good look around,

You will be surprised what you see.

   That vagabond, tramp,

   In clothes cold and damp

   Just imagine, that could be me.