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Old Soldier (Sans Domicile Fixe)

He sat on the steps, of the S.D.F shelter,
he said 'hello again' as i entered the gate,
I open the doors it's really bad weather,
'the roads are really icy, I'm sorry I'm late'.

'stay a while' he beckoned and he started talking,
'I want you to know just why I'm here,
the horrors I've seen, the ghosts are me stalkin',
and why to stay sober too long fills me with fear'.

He's been as far south as Spain he says,
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Old Soldier (Sans Domicile Fixe)
Friday, November 4, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: charity,country,homeless,mental illness,soldier,veterans
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I used to be the key keeper for a shelter for the homeless
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Loyd C Taylor Sr 21 May 2014

Hello poet Peter. You know it is so sad, these dear people give so much and many get totally forsaken. I enjoyed your poem. I posted a poem titled, An Old Soldier as well. I would love for you to check it out. Thanks, Loyd

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