An Aging War Hero

Though he never does walk in the annual town war war memorial parade He was a brave soldier where heroes are made On a retirement pension and feeling mentally down An aging war hero in a suburban town His children and grandchildren living elsewhere In towns and in cities in the big World out there His wife breathed her last many Seasons ago And time once his friend it has become his foe In his early nineties his best years long gone But his will to live makes him want to live on Till the reaper of lives does pay him the call As mortals we live and death is for all One i do see often though not every day The years have left him looking stiff, bald and gray.