Old Soldier

Written by: Tucker Carwile Jr

                                Walking past,
                                     I see you
                                   with your clothes from
                                    shoes that have seen
                                           to many miles,
                                  Weathered face,
                                      and furrowed brow.

                                   And pined upon your chest,
                                      ribbons and medals,
                                     won in some long forgotten

                                    Your stare,
                                          telling me your mind
                                      is still living those battles,
                                              of your youth.

                                     Only when speaking with you,
                                          a moment,
                                        as your face comes
                                       Letting you know
                                              we care.