There is an old forgotten Soldier
who stands on the corner of our street
dressed in wornout clothing
with broken boots upon His feet.
He fought in wars He did not ask for
but was proud to do His part
and those wars have left him broken
and wounded His once brave heart.
Alone now He stands forgotten
by the very country that He served
broken sad and lonely
and this is far less than He derserves.
But alone He stands forgotten
gray head bowed in sad defeat
with His Soul and heart as broken
as those boots upon His feet.
Nice poem Bobby- you've got a nice ear for the right tone of thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so much is true not just about old soldiers but also those fighting in conflicts today. good choices of words