Orange Picking Poem by nimal dunuhinga

I showed my loose-leaf Passport,
But the sentry wants to detain me at the park gate
For further questioning?
And he says; ' The photograph is entirely different
from your present face.'
'Yes Sir, I agreed.
That was taken before the War.' I said timidly.
'That means you're a Veteran.'
'Not exactly, now only I am fighting to pick some oranges
for my next-door neighbour who's a Veteran and lives on a Wheelchair! '

* Happiness held is the seed;
Happiness shared is the flower.
-Unknown