Old Vet Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

He was just an old man in the neighborhood
Lost his wife a few years before, but
Had a nice house, never bothered anybody;
Was known as the old geezer next door.

Had money but couldn’t remember
To pay all the bills;
He was slipping a little each day.
Took him a long time to meet his end
And die in such a way.

No warmth in his life, no heat in his house;
No matter the amount of blankets or coats
They found him frozen to his own floor,
That poor old geezer next door.

First lost his wife, then his own life;
Lost his mind along the way too.
What a tragedy, no one took any notice
Of the long, quiet suffering
Of an old Vet from World War II.