The older gentleman sat on the bench,
with medals adorned and head bowed low.
Reminded of fellows who would not be joining,
on this somber day of Remembrance.
A tear fell softly to the ground,
where war has never seen.
While many tears flowed years ago,
throughout the red stained fields.
He fought for freedom and peace,
He lived, while friends did not,
Now, even still, time takes its toll,
On our few remaining Veterans.
His eyes tasted war,
His ears felt death,
His hands had seen sacrifice.
These are our Veterans,
men and women who gave their all.
So, I wear a poppy to say thanks,
and I shake hands,
with a Veteran.