A War Veteran Poem by Francis Duggan

What hair he has left on his head it is whiter than gray
As old as Methulesah as some are known to say
He looks rather gummy without his false teeth
Yet nicer than him one could not wish to meet
Well into his eighties and very much alive
The killing fields of Europe he did survive
A World war 2 hero and survivor his type are now rare
As a young man he was one not lacking in dare
Some of his great grandchildren in their late teens his wife is long dead
Yet he's one who seldom talks of the past he likes to look ahead
He'd like for to live for as long as he can
And die in his sleep as a very old man
From the most of those he grew up with the breath of life gone
But with the battle of life he keeps battling on.