Old Soldier

Written by: Tucker Carwile Jr



                                Walking past,
                                     I see you
                                   with your clothes from
                                           Goodwill,
                                    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
                                           war.

                                    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
                                                  alive.
                                       Letting you know
                                              we care.