One Of The Last

His memories of what was beginning to fade The man who fought in the battle where heroes were made He may well have walked in his last war parade Perhaps the last post for him soon will be played One cannot say of him he has time on his side As most of those who fought by his side long since have died Old war heroes die hard as some like to say They fight to live on and slowly fade away In his mid nineties a wrinkled old man As human years go his has been a long span With tired eyes of brown and silver gray hair In his nursing home room he sits on his wheelchair He survived the battle where many did fall But life's journey's end it does come to us all Most of those who fought by his side would have gone to an early grave He is one of the last of the World War two brave.